Something Dreaded That Becomes A Gift

Something Dreaded That Becomes A Gift by Indu Balakrishnan

Kala was against arranged marriages as a principle. You must be able to pick the person you want to spend the rest of your life. When the time came for her to meet him, she was skeptical. How could it ever work? But she gave it her all. Today, she realised that it was the best decision of her life. She had no idea why she was so nervous. Things were picture-perfect. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her and she would always be grateful. She learned to put her preconceived notions aside.

Something Dreaded That Becomes A Gift by Navina Anand

She was very clear that she wanted to have a successful career. She admired women CEOs and aspired to be one. Suddenly her husband was offered a fantastic role in the US. They relocated. But she had no work permit. She was desperate, but without a permit, nobody could hire her. And then she got pregnant. She had never imagined that she would be happy being a SAHM. She took to it like a duck to water. She was thankful that she did not have a work permit, because sometimes the best decisions are made for you. 

Something Dreaded That Becomes A Gift by Subhadra Jayaraman

Dakota hated the public library. She thought they were the single most incompetent branch of the government that existed only to scheme and plot from behind owlish glasses. She was a city councilwoman and went on to become a successful woman in the government who everyone admired. One day, as Governor of Alabama, she gave a commencement speech at the University of Alabama. At the end, there was a standing ovation, and the President stepped up to the stage and announced, “In honor of the Governor, the University library will henceforth be named The Dakota Davidson Library!”

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