She does not walk proud anymore. I see her on my way to office, walking home quietly, head hung in shame. I see her in my bed lying resigned to her fate. The once chirpy young girl has grown quiet now.
Twice a day she fakes it to earn me money. That's all that she does all through the day. I see her in the park, in the cafeteria, in the mall and sometimes sitting by my chair. Just sitting there and watching me, quietly, for no reason or hope . She comes and goes without a trace.
What will a slut talk about, anyways? What shall she preach? What shall she stand up for? When I had sold her for the first time, she had put up some resistance. Then she just gave in.
But if you look into her eyes you'll see the remnants of that shattered pride which stop her from speaking even in her defence. To give excuses. Even to explain how she had no option.
Or maybe she is quiet because she thinks she had options. She just chose this one.
also, i want the posts of your old blog. how can i get them?
ReplyDeleteyou uncover just the right portions of the picture.
ReplyDelete"She comes and goes without a trace."
It's hard to comment ,though people do , still, she listens to all and , There She goes ....
ReplyDeleteNice one. :)
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ReplyDeleteInteresting. You are writing substantially on the mentality of the opposite gender these days.
ReplyDeleteThis is too abstruse for me...sorry can't comment
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