She carefully picked up
The remnants of her burnished soul
Pain yelled from every part in her
Trembling, She trudged along in the rain
The roads were empty
Just like it had been a few hours ago
She glanced at the puja
pandals
The drum beats rang in her ears
The tenth day was just a few hours ago
How could she forget those faces
The faces in that crowd singing praises of Durga
The same faces that violated her in the darkness of the
night
She walked into her room
And looked into the mirror
She knew it all at once
She had worn her shawl wrong
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