When she walked along the roads of a silent street, she had a pause to look back at her footprints along the way. She struggled to move on the empty path, like an hoary old man hobbling with his walkstick. As she wiped the diamond droplet rolling down her golden cheeks, she glanced at the dry flowers which were once blooming merrily with great rejoice. What did she go through? Was she denied? YES, she could no more make a war with the denials of her imperceptible world. She was merely an hob by horse in the merry go round where people got pleasure by stabbing at the back! Her suppressed dreams screamed the hell out from the prisoned wall of her heart. It was scarier than the colonized nightmared haunting frequently. When she tried to scape from this horror world, she was put down more n more..Her fierce aim to go high didnt let her stop the journey! At the denouement of the play, she didnt end up her war.. she is here fighting with the hodge-podge thoughts of what next! Her story continues to make wonders in the history !
- Sowmya
- Sowmya
is that stabbed girl you??
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