Author: Meha

Bow down in obeisance- shoulders drooping, spirits dissipating, brows tense, Sense of self meanders like someone searching his way out of a maze, Pushed against a fence. Zig Zag, Zig Zag…. Society’s grisly gaze pierces through her making her gag. Smile– never sardonic but a generous grin, Be a ‘good girl’. Lashing out undeterred is…