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K is for …
~Kati Patang~
She walked ahead, in a daze, not realizing where
she was heading. Rain fell down in pellets, drenching her completely, but
Khushi couldn’t care less.
She didn’t feel pain anymore.
Not after what she had gone through.
Thoughts flashed across her mind, making her
reflect on her life – the good, bad and the worst.
One thing was clear enough though – he never loved
her. He wouldn’t have treated her the way he did if he had actually, truly
loved her. He had instead let his hatred overshadow everything…. and had hurt
her incessantly.
Not any more.
Khushi reached the edge of the cliff. She stood
there, staring at the abyss below her. The wind blew across her face, and she
looked up at the steadily darkening sky.
The stars had come out.
Khushi looked at a set of particularly bright
stars, and whispered into the wind “I’m coming home, Ma.”
And then she jumped.
For a moment, she was free. Free from wrong
assumptions, free from hatred, free from accusing eyes - free from everything.
She fell, like a kite severed from its string.
A Kati Patang.
(187 words)
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