A person who consistently wanted to accompany her dreams.
But do you know what happened to her?
It was a cold damp evening, the mighty Himalayas though scantly visible look grandeur in the moonlight. The dogs were howling boomingly in the roadside.
She was sitting in front of her window embracing the moon, craving to be a yellow moon soon, a visual spectacle.
She was enjoying the drizzling moment with lots of skepticism in her mind along with an aspiration in her pleasing eyes.
Instantaneously something happened that nightfall. Undesired and chastising.
She was molested in front of her own family. Was thrown at the corner heedlessly,
wrapped in her own blood.
Yeah, that's true.
An determining teenaged girl, who enduringly desired to be contented was in the lethal scenario.
She was the girl, the so-called conservative society would never agree to accept.
She once was the same person, the society honored.
Now merely a version of slut.
"She was the rape victim "
