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Encountering EmancipationEncountering EmancipationThe cage was opened but she didn’t fly. A bird forgets to fly if she is kept in a cage for years. My daughter read the last sentence of the book, the book got closed and she was upset. In the living room, her eyes fixed on the drawer of the TV trolley, she was trying to find something. Focused in even small things, she would never compromise on putting her best in anything she does. She is my girl but completely unlike me.“What are you trying to find? I have just cleaned that drawer yesterday.”“Correction pen.”“Who uses it in our house that you will find it?”“I will fi
It rained tears that dayFrom that last day of monsoon, her life fell into a complete darkness. They felt she wouldn't open her eyes. He's gone.Both loved rains. In monsoons, their routine was getting and having fun. He always asked, "How can a sky cry?" She always replied with a smile accompanying clouds' joyful tears for their unconditional love. But now of grief as he was dead in a blast.Sarah, a mother in the lap of her mother, finally opened her wet eyes. All she saw was darkness of eternal night and his son as a shining star in the sky.
The Silent SpaceHe talked so much, as if it would never end. She was tried of his endless talks; her patience was all consumed. The ambiance made her more vulnerable. She asked him to stop blabbering. She wanted him to make some love. Passion was still missing in his eyes; speech was the only sense that he used. Romance absent, so was sexual pleasure. She asked him to sense what her heart’s words were, what messages her smile conveys. After all the real pleasure is in acceptance, in your heart’s defeat. Instead, he made her silent. And the night ended like that, in silence, forever.
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