She was quiet.... she went numb..... the corner of her lips traced a red line...... a line .... of endurance , of compromise, of adjustment, of sacrifice, of love and.... and the line of broken trust..... in her hand she held a small piece of paper saying a beautiful message- "HAPPY WOMENS DAY"
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Life is like sand which slips between fingers........
And true friends are like pebbles in the sand......
Stuck even when life slips down......-
It's broken ......
100 stitches, 1000 creams.....
The scar told the never end story.....-
When you swiftly slick your hands inside my skirts... When you purposely demean me in front of everyone.... When you proudly outrage my modesty... When you fearlessly throw acid on me.... When you mock me seeing my bra straps... When you call me by different names..... Then why don't you remember that I am a woman? Women don't did a special day to celebrate that they are women.... They just need every day to be special..
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When you swiftly slick your hands inside my skirts... When you purposely demean me in front of everyone.... When you proudly outrage my modesty... When you fearlessly throw acid on me.... When you mock me seeing my bra straps... When you call me by different names..... Then why don't you remember that I am a woman? Women don't did a special day to celebrate that they are women.... They just need every day to be special...
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I love dark chocolate, I love black tea and coffee.... Even I prefer wearing dark shades, white or light colour is just not my type u know..... But I love light skin girls they r so my types...
This is what he whispered in her ears.....-
Oh! U are so dark...... But men in dark skin is what I like.... But I can't accept a woman to be even dusky....
Hypocrisy of society after all ......-