Translated from the Original Hindi by Kanwar Dinesh Singh

My article was respectfully published in a reputed magazine. I turned to the page of  the  magazine  featuring  my  article  with  delight,  like  a  mother  caressing  her little baby. The scene from two months ago swam before my eyes.

As  soon  as  I  turned  my  computer  on  and  typed  the  password,  he  shut  his computer  down  and  started  talking  about  unnecessary  things.  I  shut  my computer  down  and  started  listening  to  him,  but  then  he  again  turned  his computer on and started typing something. He stopped talking with me.

Half  an  hour  passed.  I  thought  things  were  over.  I  had  hardly  turned  my computer on again and started typing the second line when he shut  his computer down and started staring at me as if I was chatting with my boyfriend.

I  said  softly,  “I  have  to  send  an  article  to  a  magazine.”  He  looked  at  me sardonically,  thinking  how  an  inept  person  like  me  would  be  able  to  write something.

He asked, “What is the topic?”

When  I  told  him  the  topic,  he  said,  “Okay,  let  me  write  it  for  you;  you  can  send it in your name. You can’t write anything just like that. You should write only  if you understand things very well.”

I  said,  “When  you  write  it,  send  it  in  your  name.”  Then  I  shut  my  computer down. At night, I completed the article and sent it to the magazine.

The  magazine  is  still  on  my  table.  What  should  I  do?  Show  it  to  him!  My  mind says―no use!

The  magazine  is  still  on  my  table.  What  if  he  sees  it?―Thinking  of  this,  my confidence has grown even more than before.