“It’s been years. I don’t feel the pain in my vagina anymore.”
“But why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“I was shocked. Ma used to see me bleed, but she never did anything. So, I thought it’s something to be done regularly. I was 7 then. I am 20 now.”“Since then? Till you moved out? Every day?”
“Almost, till I planned to move out.”
As we were sipping on some nimbu chai (lemon tea), I looked into her eyes. She had no expressions. She didn’t really care much about it. I grabbed her pack of smokes. We shared one. I noticed a faint smile on her face.
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