The iridescent bubbles played games with the street light by the window showing all the colours at once on the same film.
They emanated from the bubble maker in Kavya's restless hands.
It was 2 o clock in the morning, it was another sleepless night as a mother.
The previous day Kavya's daughter had spoken her first word, calling her mother "Amma!" - the happiness of being recognized as a mother was overwhelming!
But, as a daughter, she could not stop wondering how her own mother felt tonight after disowning her 26 years ago, merely because she was born as a girl.
Written for Lillie McFerrin Writes - Bubbles.
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6 comments:
very nicely expressed.. good work :-)
A very sad, emotive piece. x
Yes. Thanks for reading.
Thank you, Mahathi!
powerful story in few sentences brilliant
Bubbles
@Cifar Shayar ... Thank you!
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