Wandering eyes(ongoing)

Wandering eyes(ongoing)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Apr 23, 2021
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Fiction
Romance
Meet Charulata. Charu is a house help working in the maze-like narrow streets of crowded North Kolkata. This is her monologue narration at a glimpse into her rueful life. Scraping for meagre pays and fending off unwanted advances from the opposite sex, Charu takes you on a ride that shall force you into retrospecting the workings of a woman's mind. We meet women like Charu everyday in our lives, but have you ever initiated to know the story behind their glassy eyes? Charu is one among those millions of faceless,nameless women whose life stories shall blow your wits off, and not in a good way. ---- Wandering eyes is a heart breaking eye opener to all the readers out here. A woman is a force of nature and her strength and abilities are sometimes beyond your restricted comprehension... Please vote and comment if you like this work! You know I always seek your opinion, suggestions and little appreciation in high regard.
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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐀 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐧 ' π€π¬π‘πžπ¬ & π„π¦π›πžπ«π¬' π’πžπ«π’πžπ¬ In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.

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