
DHARYANA
The giggles and the screams, combined, remain in my senses. Every time I imagine my situation of how everything has shaped itself as my destiny. The reason for my existence, its preamble in my shambled state, in the form of loud chuckles from a ten-year-old me. And suddenly, the faintest and most vivid memory I own as a child- the screaming between my father and my uncles- overpowers my laughter.





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