Turning away from the window, Aparna rubbed off the last drop of tear from her cheek. It’s been nearly 30 years of their marriage and concurrently, of the beatings and the tortures. Today, as the last of her three children secured a decent job, she finally breathed freely.
“It’s time to live for myself”- thinking this she picked up her suitcase and headed towards a new life.
(The above post is on the lines of ’55 Fiction’)