#METOO

This is a story,
No these are facts, some feelings which I never vented.
How you talk about Oprah Winfrey who was raped in her childhood
Like she is an inspiration
No, my dear, it's a matter of pity. How small girls are molested and how
I was molested.' Oh, get over it. You have been touched many times since then'.
Oh, mind stop. Stop being your own enemy. Stop telling me Robin Williams committed suicide.
Since then, I too anticipated my death. My suicide letter will look like an apology, would it? Or a testimony against the world? I don't know.

So I grew up in different cities. Each had their own skyline and a different story woven so intricately. I felt like a refugee seeking shelter; never accepted by the natives
I stopped sleeping. Insomnia happens to great writers, they said. So I think about Virginia Woolf who died by drowning herself in water with stones in her pocket.
I have gulped down those stones. They weigh me down from speaking up.