The interwoven lines of destiny, burned stark against her parched skin, silently shout the story her eyes strive to hide.
Meanwhile, the yellow-bordered sari gloats triumphantly around her head, a jaunty salute to the blood-mark of sindoor splitting her head into two.
*A work of fiction, obviously. This is part of my endeavor to stop writing about writing, and just write instead. Here's hoping this helps me find the elusive writing voice I've been hunting for.
*A work of fiction, obviously. This is part of my endeavor to stop writing about writing, and just write instead. Here's hoping this helps me find the elusive writing voice I've been hunting for.
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