Mommy,
I don’t understand
That man hurt me
Mum, why is my belly growing?
Mummy, there’s something inside of me!
But moooom, I can’t be a mother
I’m your baby
I’m still a child
What do you mean, Mumma, that they don’t care?
Why do you say it’s not my life?
How was it never my choice?
He chose to do this Mama
But I didn’t ask for this?
Oh, I did?
Alright, I guess I won’t go out of the house wearing a skirt again.
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Hi baby, shush, this world isn’t meant for you but I’ll do my best to keep you safe. My mother couldn’t, and it broke her. Her own shadow haunts her. But you, my love, shall be safe. I’ll dress you like a boy.
Moonlighting Scrivener 
The innocent must take on responsibility in a fierce way. Commendable but sad. Well done, Varnika.
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A very powerful piece that brings out both the effects upon a young life and questions the responsibility of others in their behaviour. I admire you for taking on this topic 🙂
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Excellent! Very sad and tragic, but you present very well and very poignantly the stark truth of so many life issues, such as: women’s right, rape, teen (or child) pregnancy, masochism and male domination, etc. Very courageous and I commend you, Varnika!
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Thank you so much! I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do justice to an issue as sensitive as this. But then I thought of the injustice of it all and knew I won’t be able to sleep if I didn’t at least speak up. Thank you so much for appreciating!
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