He was unlike others, unlike Dada who would throw uncomfortable
glances at me, unlike Kaki who never once stopped talking on what a brilliant
money minting business was I.
glances at me, unlike Kaki who never once stopped talking on what a brilliant
money minting business was I.
No one told me what to expect until it actually happened.
And painful it was.
And painful it was.
Two years I had spent in that dingy dim lighted house, until
he came along.
he came along.
He was gentle and cared for my wounds, although his dreams
weren’t any different from Kaki’s.
weren’t any different from Kaki’s.
I knew it was my last day there, as he handed two bundles of
notes to Dada and I stepped from one cage to another.
notes to Dada and I stepped from one cage to another.
Makes an impact with just few words. Good one but sad.
nice use of the line.. 🙂
Sad and tragic. It's the tale of many innocent and helpless young girls. Compelling writing:)
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A very poignant and sad story.
Sad story of human trafficking… Delicately put… Great work 🙂
Is this for some contest Raji?
Clever. You don't say if the speaker is a girl or a boy. Keep writing!
🙁 Poor girl!
Engrossing write-up…
Awww. So sad.
Pretty sad story in so few words.
It is only a change of venue not deliverance for the hapless young thing.It is difficult to come out once caught in cesspool.