When I'm born,I'm jeered at.When I'm a child,I'm made to believe that my reason for existence is somebody else.While I'm growing up,I'm discouraged to question.My brain and heart are numbed.I cannot die too,since it will bring infamity to my family.People would say,"At this age,what could have forced her to terminate herself ? She failed to materialize her fantasy.Such bad morals." I fast for the well-being of my father and brothers.When I outgrow my frocks,I'm let off to another household.There, I work for others, without pay.I have children but they treat me like a door-mat.Here too,I fast for my husband's and childrens' long,peaceful life.When the man of the house,who happens to be my "husband" dies,I shed a part of my soul.I have no right to live then,I just breathe and sit in a corner.Rest of my life is spent in praying-for death.They say, "Woman needs a man.In childhood,its father.In youth,its husband and in old age,i...
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Truly Breathtaking !
EMOTIONS FUSED...LOVELY...LOVELY...
kudos!
believe me i wud love to commit this one mistake over n over again
beautifully penned down thou!
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Ritz..
www.delectableflavors.blogspot.com
and regrets will always be there whatevr happens regrets do come up now and then....
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Glad to know that you found it interesting :)
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Well,depends on how you see it :)
Thanks for reading it.
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Sometimes its irrelevant to apologise.
Thanks dear ! Glad to see you here :)
Yes,you have. I wrote it long back for Femme Fatale.
take care and keep writing.............
They are so right when they say "One man's fiction is another's reality".
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