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Dear Kaushitaki,
I chanced on this, the title and of course the fact that you penned it catching my attention, and now I am not sure what to call it.
It is a narrative in prose but flow like silken poetry. The feelings are harsh, reflective of the gaudy reality, but somewhere echo the pathos of being labelled viciously and shine with possibility. A brave woman who is free with her emotions is called a s**t because the world cannot handle the brilliance of her love and a man who tries to hard to fit into a label is freed by her presence and realises the courage needed to be true.
Brilliant narrative and if I may add, the siggy was appropriate too - red high heels (an acceptable euphemism for a girl of "lose" morals, and the withered roots of a tree)
Keep writing and keep sharing.
Best,
Nyna
PS - I did hop over to the forum to read the full story of Jigsaw puzzle, I will come back to leave a comment appropriate to that story.
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