Dead Soul
(Short Story)

They groped her, some even pulled her hair.

It had become a routine of sorts, everyday the same story.

While other ladies cribbed about men pushing them while climbing the footover bridge, she patiently waited for the crowd to clear.

Her SOUL was long dead.

The day her husband raped her, the first night of their marriage.

These were too small things to even care about and feel traumatised.

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