By Ayush Ashish
She called it strength.
He felt it to be insensitivity.
She called it her attitude.
He heard with a bowed head.
He was lonely.
She had friends.
The day came.
He cried silent tears.
The night came.
And he slept peacefully.
And the night grew darker.
The screaming of her soul grew louder.
There was no veil to suppress it.
And her dry lips could not emanate a word.
Neither could her dry eyes blink.
And her mind could only recollect abuses flung by those lips towards a face wet with tears at her feet.
Her mind reminded her soul of a kick.
Her feet went numb.
Yes, she had friends around her.
She could not scream.
And the screaming of her soul grew louder.