♥♪ჱL!fe Through My Eyes♥♪ჱ

Sati: Sati is described as a Hindu custom in India in which the widow was burnt to ashes on her dead husband's pyre. I yelled and screamed But nothing could be done, She yelled and screamed, But nobody listened. We held on to each other But we were pulled apart. She turned to look at me for the last time, And we broke apart. She did not want to die... She didn't want her life to end. But she was helpless, Cause her husband was dead. She was my mother, I watched her get burnt alive

PURE FICTION When I was nine, my world crashed down. The person I trusted the most, gave me an experience that has completely shaken me up. I was left bleeding in the dark, my cries were unheard and the pain left me numb. That was the first time when my father laid his hands on me in a manner that I failed to understand, but I knew it was wrong. Not knowing what to do, I rushed to my mother. But, she turned a blind eye towards my cry and said that I was a curse for the family. Fear gripped me and the trauma shook me… I was scared, and I thought that maybe my brother would understand. But, I was wrong. He laid his hands on me too. The incidents continued. It was either my father or my brother. My mother was least bothered. She just told me that I was a curse! There was nobody I could talk to. I was kept away from everybody. The corners of my dark room were my only support where I sat and wept. It was just