The incongruity between your words and action do not surprise her. After all you owe your allegiance to your inner demons. But she aches to comprehend her inability to stand by her own convictions. Seems, your false allure has blinded her irrevocably.






Nowhere to go

A tiny mouth suckles at her dry breast, defiantly trying to cling on to life. Two pairs of small hands tug at her tattered sari, faces streaked with dirt, tears and hunger pangs. Wings clipped, she only gazes listlessly at the sky.