Chained Destiny
September 21st , Mangalore. India
To this day, I still do not know what made me come back to India. I suppose there is a certain force that attracts me to the country; like a moth to a flame. I have not forgotten the suffering and hardship I went through during my youth: those years have been imprinted on me. My eyes once joyful and alert are now sad and unfocused, almost veiled by the presence of horrifying memories. My skin once smooth and healthy has now the appearance of old leather, creased by multitudes of wrinkles and bearing the marks of past events. It pains me unbearably when my daughter, my darling Andhara looks at me. She is still so young, so innocent: she does not know. I wish with all my heart that I could forget, that things would be different. Yet, with each glance cast at my little daughter, unwelcome memories come rushing back...
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Very sad
the essay was sad but you did a good job definately a 100%
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