I’m new to this city.
This place is my favorite; it’s only a few steps away from my apartment. I silently watch the people – the grumpy widow, that newly married couple, the grieving man and that little girl in her father’s arms.
They hardly ever notice me. I read their expressions since their language is foreign to me.
That’s what I like the most here. I can choose to be myself, not a mute wife or an obedient daughter.
But sooner or later they’d find out my real identity –
Meera Basu, who murdered her alcoholic and abusive husband.
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You write such wonderful pieces!
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😇😇thank you
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Sree! 😍 wow
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😊😊thank you
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Those endings are always so worth the journey 👍
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😊😊 thank you
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Wonderful writing. Simply amazing. 🙂
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Thank you 😇
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You write awesome!!!!!!!!
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Thank you 😊
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Hi Sree.I have nominated you for the Unique blogger Award.Please check it here:
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Thank you 😊😊 I will check
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Wham…Great Lady Henry…Anekdin por eto bhalo ekta lekha porlam…Darun….
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☺
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The last line was a killer. Amazing Sree. 🙂
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😊thank you
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Reblogged this on Brainy Versatility.
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Thank you for the reblog 😇
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Wonderful and nice writing 😊😊
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Thank you 😊
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My pleasure
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Hi Sree.I have nominated you for the Unique blogger Award.Please check it here:
https://manju571.wordpress.com/2017/07/29/unique-blogger-award/ 🙂
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