Wading through worries

Drifting through the tough current With the waves lashing over her face With the tide threatening to pull her below the sea She swam through the tough waters The salt seeping in through the cracked crevices of her goggles The deafening roar of water against her ear drums She kept swimming The sore muscles of [...]

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A Scene along the Teesta

Of Opuscle and Quills

IMG_20170510_122622.jpgShe stood waiting on the banks of Teesta. Her black mane of hair billowing in the wind. Though it was seven the sun hadn’t chosen to warm up the skies.She waited for him in the place where they always met. The grey sky was threatening to press over her. Rain drops splashed over her face mingling with her tears. She had escaped from her stepfather. Her mother should have never married again….Each passing day was hell. She was subjected to verbal and physical abuse by her drunk stepfather.
Only he had rescued her and stood by her. Her angel in disguise. It was on a lonely evening when they first met along the banks of Teesta… her wrist was bleeding soaking the Teesta with a thin ribbon of deep crimson red. He grabbed her knife away and nursed her wounds. Little did she know that he was the one who…

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