We were neighbours. He often spoke of the changing times. Seven generations earlier being orthodox, it was demeaning to be found near the shadow of another faith.
His Great grand aunt was a victim of honour as she was found to have offered a glass of water to the horseman. Such was the cause of death then.
He recalled how his grandmother would supervise the kitchen, which was an outhouse, and it was the man servants who were to serve the visiting dignitaries.
He left his village for the city a decade before independence. Marriage brought about changes. His wife – a city girl with modern upbringing was a gregarious, social aunt. In his absence guests had no hesitation to chat with her as they waited for him.
The family grew and he had seven beautiful daughters. They were all outspoken and ahead of their times. The seventh daughter, a mother of two lovely kids dropped by to invite us for her marriage. She lived with a friend the past few years and after the arrival of her second child, thought he could be an ideal life partner. She wanted to firm this bond through the institution of marriage.
He reminisced, “How times have changed”.
Was the honour killing that happened two hundred years earlier right or
the lifestyle of the present generation ?
If it was sin with death then,why not now ?
Why these shades of grey ………!