H I M
The one he'd die for, wanted to kill him the same,
But death would be a guest he'd welcome, if she promised to sit by his grave.
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H E R
If there was a list of all the sins she was t...
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Howfar can one fly with borrowed wings?
Sanyukta had lost count of the times she'd read those words. The ink on paper, written in haste, as if the writer wanted to imprint them on the mind of the reader. Like it was imprinted on hers.
Her kohl-rimmed eyes flick to the soft, plush dove sitting on her lap and it's fluttering wings and they fill with tenderness. Her pigeon was shot with an arrow, the exposed flesh in front of her was the proof of it.
Someone had shot her pigeon on purpose.
But someone else had also tended to it's wound.
The lousily wrapped bandage around it's wings were the proof of it. She lifted her dainty hand and caressed it with gentle strokes. She felt heavy as guilt settled inside her gut, she was th culprit and the whimpering life in front of her was facing the consequences of her action.
Her pigeon was a gift to her from her mother when she had turned fourteen. She'd named her Vaani, meaning voice. Vaani had been the voice of her deepest of thoughts ever since. She'd write them down in a tiny peice of paper, tie it around Vaani's leg and whirl it across the blue sky and watch as it flew away, fluttering it wings, fading into the cotton clouds.
She knew one thing though, whoever had bandaged her Vaani, had also written that note. For she'd found it tied to it's leg, as if the writer wanted her to read it.
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How far can one fly with borrowed wings?
The words kept spiraling in her head.
Who could have written it?
The question began eating her up.
A voice from behind her halted her thoughts. Someone was at the door. She turned around to find her handmaiden walking inside her room with a thal, the crimson saree and studded jewelry glinting like the first ray of dawn upon it. Sanyunkta watched the handmaiden as she placed it atop the satin sheets of her bed and bowed before the princess.
