The perfectly bearded angels💫 |Deepsikha Roy|
It is somewhere dark where I am locked. People outside are still giggling because I was mocked. I was mocked of crying, With abortive measures of trying. Trying to escape from the world so flashy, Because everything around is too messy. It is not somewhere I was supposed to be dropped, Where my body is being delightfully craved but the soul in it is cropped. I am draped with all red and pretended gold, Which the decent world calls bold. The indecent world forced my toe with ornamental anklet bells which I could barely hold, And then I realised that I could be bargained and sold. It was 2012 and I was about to be twelve by the next month, the time when the adrenaline rush reaches at its peak, the time when completing the history syllabus was more important than life goals. It was almost quarter past eleven in the morning when I was hurrying excitedly for the tuitions. Excited because for the first time I was authorised to go alone since mom was busy with some household work. She ha...