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Breaking the walls
Writer: Shruti Sinha
As I walked down the road, I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I couldn’t tell if it was the scorching heat or an unfamiliar fear that gripped me. My saree made a swishing sound with each step. I wanted to hurry up my steps but my saree pallu dragged me as it flew in the air as if it wanted me to slow down and enjoy my stepping into a free world where I could be free as a woman.
This short story was written by our own sweet writer Shruti Sinha. She had left this an incomplete one. We took it upon ourselves to take it to the conclusion. Shruti, if you are reading this, please come back. The readers of ICN are waiting for your beautiful stories.