Loving.
Deemed a burden
And shunned throughout childhood.
Grew up to support her parents.
Daughter.
Caring.
Considered less,
Never the favourite.
Earned to grant his lofty wishes.
Sister.
Doting.
Made him her world.
Gifted him her success.
Altruistic, she packed her dreams.
The wife.
Selfless.
Her heart melted.
At those innocent smiles.
She burnt her wings for them to fly.
Mother.
Tender.
But not weakened.
Yet to be defeated.
Invincible by ‘letting go’.
“That’s her!
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Alpna Das is a practising doctor, trained in dermatology with an undying fascination for the creative arts, books and travel.
She lives on stories and is intrigued by many untold tales behind silent gazes and human expressions.
She lives on stories and is intrigued by many untold tales behind silent gazes and human expressions.
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