• Monika Satote

She

She was lost. Lost behind some red curtains. She somehow managed to lean forward but she could not see anything. It was neither a tough time nor an exciting zone It was like a non fractured but intensively paining bone. Some dead flowers were there. Those flowers were personifying her. She screamed, She cried. She begged for the help. She threw her engagement ring away. Rolling down, that ring settled down slowly near her feet. She stared at that ring. And cried again.


And someone was laughing.


Who?


The forceful system of marrying a stranger.

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