Excerpt from 'Conjucture' by Rishi

# Conjucture


She was going through the most insipid moment of the day. Her hair was nicely parted, her just bathed cold body was hastily covered with an old cloth- yet to be draped. Her eyes were screaming to shut down yet her soul jeopardized their quest for sleep.

She was half naked, hungry but had to complete the most important job as per her in laws. A red vermilion. 

Few years back it was the same girl who echoed equal rights, demanded respect, dreamt of a living etched out with her own



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