Wrote this for a Challenge, the beginning and ending of the poem should be diametrically opposite.
I could hardly breathe. Two strong hands were seen strangling me and I so wanted to raise an alarm, call someone. But, those hands were roughly holding me back, my movements were restricted too. Had someone tied me? My mind couldn’t comprehend what was actually happening to me. Did someone drug me, but where didContinue reading “Seriously, where are we heading?”
I guess almost every wife of this subcontinent would have wished for this atleast once in their marital life, “How I wish I were my husband’s daughter rather than being his wife”. Sigh! The reason being simple, even though your husband loves you to the moon and would have promised you stars, the moment heContinue reading “Is it better to be my husband’s daughter rather than being his wife?”
Bindi* – a red dot kept on the forehead