It was a Sunday and I was having a cup of tea in the nearby cafe. The time was quarter past 11 in the morning. The weekend crowd was slowly picking up its pace and in no time the cafe was full. There were three empty seats around my table and it waited for its visitors…
Maybe, she was innocent when she was used as an instrument by men to fulfill their sexual needs.
Maybe, she stayed silent and denied to inform her parents.
“What’s your passion? What do you want to achieve?” I asked her. “My passion is dead. It’s buried” she replied with eyes full of tears.
Hello!
Oh! this is the week of International Women’s day! So I dedicate this post to womanhood 🙂
Women! The creators 🙂 Happy Women’s day 🙂 ❤ I respect and love you all 🙂
