I sat on my old foam in the single room apartment where I stayed, listening to her tale of woes. It has been a quiet evening until she came. She sat opposite me on the only chair in my room with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes were swollen and redder than blood, dark circles were round them, her braided hair had lost some strands and the aura round her was of bitterness.



I feared that soon her problems won’t be the only one at the moment because the old chair creaked whenever she bends her head, and supports her face with both palms while shaking her ‘crossed-legs’. Perhaps, it helps her to hold the tears.

“Buchi, you need to leave that monster, he will definitely kill you with the way he uses you as his punching bag,” I said.

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