• The Ugly Duckling
    Lifestyle,  Motivational

    The Ugly Duckling

    Head hung in shame, standing at far end of the corner, playing with my frock, I hoped somebody would call me to take the “Prasad”; after all, it was Diwali. No one noticed until one of my aunt shouted in horror and signalled me to get out of the Puja Room. Strange how the same people who loved me by all heart changed overnight just over some blood oozing out of my vagina. For a first timer, it was hard to walk with the pads, dragging myself like a Duckling I walked off in front of the entire household. My brothers watching my exit quietly, strange just a day before…