My Past Life Last week I went to a hatful teller and she told me about my past life. It went something like this: Its 1576; I am a really lucky person, as I unite into a very good caste, My husband, was a warrior for the king, on sidereal day he comes place from a gruesome, damn battle. As usual, he took with him the heads of the men he killed. He walked into our home and without even aphorism hello to me he throws the heads on the dinner table, sits down and demands that I extend to a delicious dinner for him. Hes disappointed in me because Im not the wife he hoped I would be. So is my family, who make me, marry that imbecile. I am not a very good cook, and do not make out cleaning or obeying orders. My husband started to scream that he would hurt me if I wouldnt make his dinner within five minutes. I looked at him, at his cold, dead, eyes and slapped him in the face. Without thinking I took off, to the east, wherever my feet would accede me, in search for a unex ampled place to live.
by and by walking for two long time straight, I had to rest my feet, that unfortunately, just when I lay down, my husband and a a couple of(prenominal) men from the village set in motion me. They bound me up and told me that I was a horrible wife and that the Gods would be angry with me. consequently my husband and his friends threw me into a pit, and I eventually died. Because I was such(prenominal) a bad wife, Instead of sightly a brahmin I have become a Vaisyas. I am now a merchant and grapple hats in a market. I am not as rich as I was in my past life, and now I am much happier, Â If you want to queer a mount essay, ord! er it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com
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