Mirror.

She was sitting in front of a mirror, a bride, dressed in a red Saree staring at her wedding ring, not saying a word, just staring at it.ย Her mind was empty, incapable of thinkingย look and in a state in which you have no sense of time. Incapable of movementย she was still staring at the ring. Someone knocked at the door. She didn’t move. The second time the knock was strong enough to break her solitude. She rose to open the door. Continue reading “Mirror.”

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