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This is the entry for blog of the month August. She was lying there in the dark room, yellowish beam of oil lamp pouring in through the doorway. The room echoed as she sobbed in anguish. She wasn’t sure which pain was more excruciating, the one that was caused by the wound that her Brahmin mistress gave her or the one that pierced her soul letting all the darkness of night creep inside her. “How long will this continue, Parvati?”, She asked herself as tears rolled down her dark brown cheeks. All the agonizing events of her life were flashing before her eyes. The walls of the servant's quarters seemed to be very eager to swallow her, leaving no trace of her existence behind, and at this point this was exactly what she wished for. Being an optimistic, she always found the bright side of every event, but tonight she was at the brink of plunging deep into the rotten valley of despair. Today she realized once and for all that she can’t make any person in her society acknowledge her wort...

This is the entry for blog of the month August. Hurt me, soon the blood in my putative living body will end You really think I'm gonna spare you for the pain you usually send   Nothing can ever hurt me more than your unreal commitments and white lies Would that I had the wings to fly high above the skies Things would be different if I were removed from this flimsy love tale Because the governing here is only yours so you are hearty and Hale Don't know why I have chosen to suffer through this never ending woe Do tell me if you've really forgotten the promises you once owed Hey! have you really overlooked  the words you made or you used to throw  Or is it just the way to test my patience or maybe another way to grow Now my soul will not scream and I don't have blood in my eyes to bleed As I have chosen this hell so I have to walk this path no matter where it may lead  The only wish I have is to get the divine wings from somewhere magically  So that I can free myse...

This is the entry for blog of the month August. Like a sprouting bud in womb I eagerly waited to blossom Bloomed with vivacity Like a body of plume I swayed with glee Like wind dancing with blithe I quiver in cold Unfolded my froud in the sun I swallowed my thrist from morning dew I was in my amusing  Like Time was grateful to me As it neglected my being A whisper of lullaby Like a mother's voice,it is calling And suddenly it spread its black wings Like the darkness in the empty room I am grasping the advancement of it Black specks on my wasting skin Tint bleached through my veins My cold feet embracing it It slowly anchored the heart My deeds are gloating it Throbbing from fast to slow From slow to quiet Icy breath now yearns to seize Perfume of sweat begins to bare Pupils ceased, nothing but reflection of sky Like a snake,it wrapped the body Embracing me to be its prey It paralyzed even the last piece of my soul Now I am lethargic even to overcome it All its demons have conquere...

This is the entry for blog of the month August. Don't remember a lot but the moment I came to know my existence, I was lying on this tiny field of grass. Never did I bother to see what’s beyond its four borders. Everyday and every night I just make a lot of efforts to make it bloom more and more with beautiful flowers and small cute plants. Its my everything though it may appear cheap but still my world I say. One day while lying down, I gazed beyond the borders where I saw some more fields like mine. I was so happy to know, I jumped with joy and started moving to the fields nearby. Then I saw a girl waving her hand, she called me to her big lush field. So beautiful it was, I am sure she did work harder than me. l felt inferior to her but as she started talking she was so nice and timid. We became friends always laughing, talking, enjoying on our fields. Mine wasn't as nice as her's but we got along fine. One day she disappeared without a word and someone else replaced her ...

This is the entry for blog of the month August. Why it's all purple, bruised and scratched? Who did this to you, why were you thrashed? Must come up with a solid response. 'He was drunk, wasn't a good lad'. Isn't ENOUGH... for broken bones! Hey! you're a woman, you're a pet. Nothing's in you, just Cheap Blood. Left alone, with nasty thorns, "Shut Up Sweetie", and her dreams fled. Now in glassy eyes, the light mourns. Areeha Arshad Batch of 2025. FJITE.