Through his eyes

Colors -Shrinkhala Khatiwada MN Talent round, 2018 I was 9 years old, When I sold my nudity To a man 10 years older, for some yellow candies. As he stripped my pink princess dress off I was no longer My red cheeks or my big brown eyes For him, I was my pink vagina, I was my ungrown breasts I was my pale nipples. An innocent 9 year old was now, Just. Another. Naked. Female. Body. I stood there in spotlight As he touched his private parts Making faces that I could not recognize And yet.. I smiled. I smiled and I said yes, I said yes and I smiled I said YES.. cause.. That’s what you are supposed to do, right? Say yes and smile to any man, who Sugarcoats words and offers them to you like candies Who calls you the prettiest little girl in the world. Seven years later, riding my bike through the mustards fields, The yellow suddenly blinds me. As the image of him, his face, his grin as he opened his palms Offering me my favorite yellow candies Hits me! The

I was on the most awaited trip to India with 25 of my classmates. Delhi, Jaisalmer, Jaipur and Agra later, we had finally arrived Mumbai. "सपनो का शहर ". Jaipur The morning that we reached Jaipur, I felt more tired than usual. I mean, it was normal to feel that way since we rode the train through the night but, it was a bit unusual. While all my friends were busy getting ready for the day, I jumped straight into bed and fell asleep right away. I woke up two hours later, at around 8:00 in the morning. Getting up, I felt weak. I went to the bathroom to freshen up but could not stand sitting in a closed space without ventilation. I was never claustrophobic. I started sweating. I felt nauseated and my temperature was rising but I chose to ignore it and somehow got ready. We got down to the reception. I called aama and told her that I didn't feel well that morning. It was Jaipur, a city that I had visited two years back with my parents. I wasn't much excited about i

A dad brings home the best gift for his daughter. The girl runs down to see. On his bike, cuddling with her dad, she sees the cutest little pup. 3 months old, all white, round black eyes and the smallest little nose. She can't believe its her's to keep. Her happiness has no bounds. The little pupper follows her around everywhere like a shadow. They bond instantly. She names her Abby. Abby grows so fond of the girl that she won't eat a bite without her, that she cries struggling her head out of a tiny gap in the fence everyday the girl leaves for college. Abby is the first the girl sees when she gets home and the last she bids her goodbyes to. The girl loves Abby like her daughter. But, something always seems off with Abby. She was brought home with deep scars on her legs. She never responds to her name or any sound. She skips meals on alternate days and always has goop around her eyes like she's been crying all night. At the vet's, the girl finds out that Abby has

Loving him was dark sometimes. The slow chills I got every time he rolled his eyes on me. Those cold nights when he wouldn't be home. Every time he said I love You with a dying passion. Those milliseconds of awkwardness every time I said something stupid. Those times when he ignored me to talk to the younger, more beautiful, perkier girls at parties. Most importantly at times when i felt insecure about him not loving my body. I remember the times when we were crazy in love. He was not always the man that he is now. He made me feel like the most beautiful girl in this world, every day, all day long. Even at times when I was down with fever. Even at mornings when my face didn't have a touch of makeup. Even when I was home in my cozy flowery pajamas and dad's shirt. He never let me feel insecure about my body type which I know has never been the sexy kind. I love him. I loved him. I never thought that a day would come when the man I married would make me feel alone in a roo

She looked at the reflection in the mirror. She looked closely at that face. Same big, brown eyes, same rounded nose, same dark eyebrows, same thin lips, same rosy cheeks, and the same pale skin. None of her features had changed except the length of her hair. She looked at that wooden mirror frame that hadn't even been slightly moved since the day they moved into that house. She looked at the same chipped paint on her bedside that she had been meaning to paint over. She looked at the red velvety carpet on her floor. She looked at the dusty books on the book rack. She looked around. Nothing, NOTHING had changed!.. And yet everything felt different. Everything was different. …….. The tide in her heart hadn't settled yet. Her smeared mascara had dried up under her eyes. Her lips trembling. Tears dried up. She just gazed into nothingness. Motionless! Images and movements playing in her mind on repeat. Memories, sad memories, hurtful memories of the time she wished she could for

She seems like a wild flower A forbidden beauty Only to see from a far Only to fantasize when alone.. Whenever she's around I feel this rush of blood I can't resist, looking at her Admiring the magic in her smile ...I love her! She catches my eyes at times Doesn't react, just looks away Her cheeks turn red.. Does she like that I'm here? ..recording every little move of her's? Or is she shy? Does she love me too? Oh this feeling of compassion I'm restless.. i just want to talk to her ..endlessly.. About the most random things. I just want to see her smile.. look deep into her eyes.. To feel the warmth of her breath.. To feel the presence of her body.. I want to love her!! Is it wrong? that I dream about her every night? that I could do anything to just "accidentally" touch her? To feel the warm porcelain skin of her's? I want her!!! She's so beautiful, its unreal! How can she have such a strong hold of my h