LOVE, what is the meaning of it?
Unknown to many ,
Is love accepting someone for who they are , their light , their darkness , their perfections , their flaws,
Or is it a vow of never ending loyalty?
What is the hidden strength of this word?
Can it...
She was a sick woman many thought she laughed at odd times and did cry at few . The tears of sorrow and helplessness washed away a vivacious , charming , lovely and carefree young women . Today she was none of it.
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The adversities life threw at her shaped her . She had grown distant from the society in general.
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Long gone the days where a young girl admired the society with her naive eyes painted in childish fantasies and frolics .
Long gone the dream that girl weaved with the scripts of her innocence and beauty . Right from when she was a babe to the time when she grew up to be a maiden she had secretly prided over her beauty .
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Now the facade had drowned itself . She was not the same young maiden nor did she dared to weave dreams for herself.
And beauty , her beauty was no more hers to pride over . It got paraded under the skirts of the presumptuous pride harboured by these so called rich society.
Once she was introduced as a highly classy debutant now her character didn't even deserve a mention in high society.
How ironic it was that the names this high society considered forbidden to utter were the same alleys they landed in the wee hours of dusk.
She has stopped shedding tears on her fate or her joke of an existence rather they were just drops of water. Even her tear glands needed release.
She had learnt the hard way through various forms of abuses to never be deceived of hope . Hope, oh what a wretched feeling of helplessness it brought . It had destroyed and desolated her in her darkest moments so she embraced that darkness and confined it within herself.
She had chained her heart and soul with darkness so she turned out be stone hearted every claimed. Last night a drunk angry clerk shot one of ROISY BARS latest entrant . She was a naive young virgin. Neither trained for the torture yet to come in her fate nor had she accepted her reality and kept on building castles of hope.
She had cried and protested the monstrosity shown on her angering the possible gentleman of mornings with a brood of 4 young children and petite beautiful young wife so in love with him.
Her cries had infuriated him . She was a mere harlot . He had owned her for a night . She was no woman of his to be shown love and softness .
So he did what his kind was known to do , shot her right through her head.
Nobody bothered there , it was nothing new . The black market of Italy was famous for giving opportunities to so called gentlemen to take out their anger and frustration whichever way they deemed fit.
Though a slight portion of her heart ached like the rest of the women there she quickly masked it to finish her job.
Neither she had time to think about the slain woman nor did she have a heart . So she brushed this common occurrence.
She was definitely stone hearted like the other woman their claimed to be.
Damn right the society was again in judging them.
Judging the outcast was the easiest pass time though.
"Mama, mama "a soft voice broke her train of thoughts . Her doll had crafted a beautiful Painting of hers. Oh ! How her heart swelled with pride.
She had never wanted mansion, cars , doll houses neither she wanted her 4 year old Roma to paly in the lap of luxury.
She had dreamt of a simple home for her daughter and she wished with all her heart that her doll should never know the pain her entire life had been.
Prostitute , whore , slut the words that the society had demarcated to define her character , her disposition , her mere existence now we're shards of glass that framed her past.
Like her and so many others no woman in her sane mind ever liked the objectification of her body.
In the height of her naivety and innocence she had wished from god the same wish again and again that may God grant her someone who would love her for who she was .
Accept her with her heart , body and soul completely . She did dream of a guardian angel who would crave for the love in her eyes , the warmth in her embrace.
Who would not talk like the rest and discipline her in the difference of the two sexes. Rather will sit along with her and decipher whether there was any logic in this doctrine.
She wished for someone who would touch the inner her , her soul, the very being of her humanity, shine light on her blank life but how could the poor heart of that maiden that one's resided in her know that life was a sick , cruel joke.
She found dozens who longed to touch her body but none who feathered her soul.
Her soul had been chained trapped in it's miseries .Even though her mind had accepted her reality her heart still longed for light to shine through the curtains of her Heart .
But little did she know that Destiny would unite two darkness in their search of their life to light's own bounty.
