The heavy breathing, gasping for air. Chest heavier after
each attempt to breathe. Head clustered, body tired. When everything goes
wrong, when you thought you did it right. The craving for some appreciation and
comfort but expectations thrown at you instead. You cannot find the right words
to express this, so you choose to remain silent. Your only resort is to burst into a flood of tears for no
specific reason, believing that it will lighten your heart and spirit.
Do all living beings called ‘women’ go through this phase
which is most often referred to as ‘PMS’? Or just our way of dealing with any
sort of presser, work, family etc?
Dear Beach, Sand, Wind, kindly embrace me and do what you do
best.
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