Ravaging Pour
“Ratti – a beginning of a journey”
The song filled her ears. The whirring of her thoughts had subdued; but that too for mere seconds. Coiled near the barred window, she waited for her fate to be decided. Was it the same song played at Teejri Festival? Or had she heard it somewhere else before? Her mind was blank. She hung onto its every word, trying to drone out the uncontrollable sobs emitting from her battered self. She had lost count of the days spent in that small, dark room. She had lost count of when she had last eaten or drank. May be that is why her throat seemed parched and dry. The rattling of the door knob derailed her train of thoughts yet again. A man in his early twenties entered her enforced abode. “Get up! Maulvi Saab is here,” he barked, grabbing her roughly, “and shut up! I’ve had enough of this stupid song.” Ratti stopped singing. As if in a flash, the memories linked to her favorite song trespassed her mind. Even though she had forbidden herself to remember her happy ti...
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