Love. What is love?? I know, it conveys a lot of meaning. But ultimately love is something we love, when we can love anyone or anything just because we love them. That freedom is love. There should be no one putting restrictions to whom we love.

She was reading the excerpt she had written in her notes a while ago. It’s still dark there, stomach growling. Slowly she stood up and turn the remaining lights off and closed those eyes so tight wishing to get some sleep but seems like the hungry stomach not gonna let her sleep. Appa screaming can hear in low voice in the background, which had been continuing since the morning they caught their daughter rejecting all those marriage proposals because she’s having affair with anyone but in reality she’s not even interested in their beliefs of couples. Suddenly their golden child became their shame, one with some mental problems. People can be so close minded no matter what they boast about. After a session of beating and screaming, they gave up seeing her not changing what she had been saying for hours. She got dragged into the room, door slammed and the sound almost like the door gonna tear apart

She quickly gone through all those lines but got stuck when that particular lines came, reading those takes her back to that days of torture, hunger all just because she talked about her love. Now after 2 years, those are still fresh, those stinky smell of government psychiatric section and people looking at her like she just murdered someone or her face covered with poop. Aunties came with numbers of some self proclaimed gods saying their girl is possessed, amma doing every single ritual grandma suggested and I can hear her crying at the end of every call. One day everything got worse that she just ran away… She closed the book when, she, the love of her life came to call her for the 2nd interview for the day.