Black clouds growling at each other .Wind speeding across valleys and fields. Roofs rattling .Just when the villagers thought that they are about to witness cyclone , there was an acute silence . Eyes stared towards the sky ,prayers whispered through the cracked lips. "Tuphh" . Few eyes blinked .Before the villagers could blink again ,the sky broke and it started raining heavily. Instead of cyclone flood hit the village . All crops were destroyed. Mud houses were drained into the river .
On that same day , a screaming hospital lobby was replaced with my first cry, 21 at Aug 1992. My cry was to breathe properly. My entire family cried because I was born ,a girl , a BLACK girl - The Black Birth
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That's How Life Is
AdventureThis story is about my life since childhood. The days and nights of any normal girl . Some wants to forget . Some actually forgets . Some remembers the best , some remembers the worst . But we are always told not to speak about it . We always have t...
