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Choice

"It's pitch dark outside; seems to be a forest.” Ragini could hear her heart beat violently against her chest. It was now or never for her. The tyre couldn’t have chosen a better time to get punctured. Somewhere, behind the bushes she heard a tiger roar. Time was running out of her hands. She had a choice to make: become a wild’s animal prey and have her body torn apart, or be a prey to her kidnapper’s animal instinct and have her dignity torn into pieces.
Ragini jumped out of the car and ran toward the jungle wiping away her tears.

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Chotu Dada

Hollow Love!

He was bald, bent and black;
She was brown-eyed, beautiful, but blind;
Love blossomed, despite the bothering differences.
Her blindness is curable, said the doc
She wept in joy; but he in sadness, for the differences might bother them now.



This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.