AUTHOR'S POV
Out of all the people standing there At the the Bus stop Looking for their respective Buses to come, Someone is sitting at the bench Sobbing about something That no one dares to ask.
The girl is sobbing there for 2 hours now ,
"Geez what happened young lady why are you crying so hysterically?"
Asked a women in her late 50s.
The same Girl Lifted her head to take some moment to sink in to The women's words , and when she finally did she Retorted , " Nothing Aunty, You wont understand kisi ko bhi samajh nhi aata hai"
[NO ONE UNDERSTANDS]
The old Women now irritated from the whole conversation Gave a Pitiful stare to the girl and left.
'That' girl's pov
Once Again.
They've left me.
Whats my Fault Mumma? Am I not beautiful enough for the people to love me?
Why are you not here Mumma, all of them are sooo bad they don't even give me food for straight 2 days , but you know your Daughter is so strong.
My Step mother hates me, My dad always takes her side as if she would fly away if he'll not take her side just for once.
The girl now stopped sobbing and again she started her Journey to Delhi a place which is known as the Capital of India.
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