The soft chime of the anklets was the harbinger of her presence. While no words ever left her smiling lips, they never got eclipsed by her sorrows. Her ears and eyes were soaked in the intricate details of the world, quenching her curiosity and giving a flight to her imagination. Her life was nowhere ideal with several difficulties lying in her way- the first of them being her inability to speak that too in 20th century British India but she continued her life that was sometimes filled with little joys of life and at times splattered with grief. Join the journey of exuberance with lingering darkness and a girl named Agnija, commonly called Anoothi by her loved ones, a unique soul trying to survive. Cover by @gildedskys
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