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a piercing ache through his bones, he walked tall among the mortals. The hungry
mouths waiting at home goaded him to sustain the pain and let him dance to the
tune of destiny. His attire became his shield, to hide those pools behind that mascara.
Tomorrow might never be the same, as fate cheats.
The facade a entertainer wears to cheer everyone around shielding his pain. Beautifully penned Sunita :)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much :)
DeleteThis was heart-wrenching, Uma. But so true. How many of us can afford to rest easy at home because of the sole breadwinner? So much to be grateful for. Enjoyed this take.
ReplyDeleteThanx a lot :)
DeleteIsn't it sad?
ReplyDeleteIt is! A lost art staying alive on empty stomachs!
DeleteVery touching. Pain behind the mask captured vividly. Good one!
ReplyDeleteThank you Vinitha for dropping by :)
DeleteOh man! That makes me kind of sad and impressed all at the same time.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Crystal :)
Deletevery sad and touching ...
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Angela. :)
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