She could smell payasam here at her room
Her mother called.
After that I can have too, she thought
She dashed to the kitchen
He opened the door swiftly, as if
Waiting for her to ring the bell
She stood there and looked around
She smiled
And turned to leave
But to a closed door
He stood near her, very near
Without giving space to breathe
"BREATH"
"SCREAM"
"MOM"
She ran down five minutes later
Scrubbed and rinsed from head to toe
Tearing her lips and cheeks ...
“Amu, come and have payasam”
Her mother called.
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20 years later, Amu shed tears for that 9-year-old who met a monster while typing #Metoo
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