Day of a girl
This is a letter written somewhere between an eulogy and a work in progress. So dear you, I’m talking to you. Please close all the tabs on your laptop. Mute the notifications on your phone. Get a glass of water, and sit back. Read in silence. Relax. Take note that silence is in bold. Did you notice it? If you did not, go back and read that again. Silence. That’s how that day felt. They ripped my little voice, and turned it mute. My rapist hands did not tremble for a moment, his voice did not flicker when he told me to shut up, his arms didn’t hesitate to pin me down, and rape me using threats...