This story was inspired by a comment that Dipali left on my blog a couple of days back.]
“Durga, heat some milk for your father.” Her mother when she was five.
“Durga, you can’t go to school. Your mother needs you to mind the children.” Her father when she was ten.
“Durga, so what if he already has a wife. Do you think we can afford any better?” Her parents when she was fifteen.
“Durga, we need the money. You have to get back to work.” Her mother-in-law a week after her daughter was born.
The irony of her name was never lost on her. Why bother to name her after a Goddess, when everyone knew her fate?
Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.