You call me weak ? No! I’m not ! I withstood every pain you caused to me I could bear a child in my ovary for ten, Inside my heart till my last breath. Your joy became my joy, Your pain became my pain. I found happiness in everything you do, Do I really ? No! I don’t tell you how much it hurts, but it does tear me in to pieces! When I was born my mother called me a burden, but your birth was praised. She knows the world doesn’t treat you and me the same. You think you’re high and am low. No ! I had to marry the one who doesn’t know me, my likes, my hate, nothing! He wants me whenever he needs pleasure, I am not a thing to be used, reused and thrown away! I had to carry his children, one, two , three, it goes on. A boy ! Glory to God! No, not a girl again ! Why ? Why is she a burden ? I have my own dreams, but now my only dream is the dream of my family, my husband, my son! I have my own way! “ my own way of making masala, it’s his favorite” I laugh, No! This ...
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