It wiggled and wobbled. It knew not its purpose, still it glided over the white surface. The image looked like a flower, then it was given hands and soon a face appeared.
I was an inquisitive child. I was always trying to figure out the reasons behind things.
"It's okay for my boyfriend to beat me when I do something wrong. He's just correcting me in love."She said. "Too much education destroys a woman."
Mother sits beside the black earthen pot Fanning the dead embers to life The wet wood hisses A furl of smoke rises There she sits day and night Toiling, breaking not