She

Amidst millions of choices, you extend to a hand that holds you that gives you the best affection. You made a choice in a couple of meetings. You become inseparable. Thinking both of you can go ahead forever together not because you don’t have a choice, but thinking man/ woman is right. Regardless of the past or even the present, you set a journey for the future. But one fine day you understand you are attached to the hand, not for the future but the present. You feel while aiming for the future, you are losing your precious present. You can feel some abnormality in the hand that hugged you and has been held to suffocate you. You are into pressure to preserve yourself in the present. Then, you realize only you can preserve or protect you. You no longer exist in life to be in pressure to uncover yourself for only scars thinking what people will think. You realize to go and outgrow from all the restrictions. Some say fate played when the hand was laid. You bared but one fine day you dared to leave. You dare to run when your life is at stake. People will say, you amplified (who distrust you) the case, can’t give a chance (who despise you).  All the handy WH- Questions are thrown to you.
Then tears roll down. Tears, tears, and tears before you share a word to the world. Tears are there when no one asked her any question. Tears, she sheds every time she realizes what she has gone through when she thinks about love, life, and happiness. The remaining mute is no way possible. She keeps shedding tears and constantly sharing the same thing to her everyone now.

Sitting next to her for half an hour gets your emotion jammed. You just listen to her and watch her crying. You see her, how helpless she felt when her protector became a predator. She looks emotionally drained, yet she concluded with her hope that now onwards no woman will fall prey to a hand laid on her, which she held on so dearly.