Kohl laden eyes, a jet black curtain of hair, the fictional woman of my fantasies. The one who occupied each dream of mine and made each insecurity I had ten times bigger in magnitude. She was untouched by the world and an object of desire. She had the men flocking to her like moths to a flame, and if she knew she held that power, she didn't show it. Everyone was obedient to her though she was quiet. As if she knew a few words , but the ones that she spoke, she liked to be sure of them. It was her aura that made me unable to complain when my husband left me for her. I understood ,grudgingly yes. But I did. I had tried with him. I had. But a life time of doing that had taught me that you can negotiate most things but not desire.
''Let there be light'' ''Kun-fayakun" ''The Big-bang'' Oh Look. I don't know how it happened, but I am here.
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