Who the hell does these belong to? I said Breathlessly.
Is it urs Suraj? I said looking towards a pic of our marriage hanging on the front wall, above the vanity. As if asking the reprobate himself.
Who the hell u r? Is my real question.
Thinking this I rubbed my eyes.
Tears again formed...
I took those pics and put them in the desired folder again.
I went into the washroom to clean my face. I splashed some cold water and the image of the water sticking face in the mirror is like mocking me for God knows what bad I did.
What I sowed that I'm getting such fruits? I want to question God. The universal power to answer me.
Since childhood I have been treated unfairly.
Many men know just how to abuse or use you.
I was confused.
Disheartened.
Dishonored.
Many more eerie emotions start to surface, I closed my eyes and held the sink more tightly to not lose myself in the worst moment of my bitter past.
A past, which I never want to unfold. Never want to experience any other child something like what I had experienced.
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