Written On Her Skin(On Hold)
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A hardworking middle class girl who achieved success through her intelligence and dedication
Works at one of the top corporate firms, known for her sharp mind
soft-spoken yet strong-willed
Tries to stay unnoticed but naturally stands out due to her brilliance
Elegant professional and effortlessly beautiful
Has a small vitiligo mark on her right cheek
Faces silent judgement and stares from people who fail to see beyond the surface
Currently in a 6-month relationship with a colleague
I do not want to add a particular image of Aadhya because she is a different level of beauty. She represents all of us who have ever suffered from a facial condition, a scar, or anything that made society question our worth. She is not defined by her mark - she is defined by her strength.
Aadhya Sharma
ugh...already?
Aadhya Sharma
(I force my eyes open as the soft morning light sneaks through my curtains )
The city outside is wide awake -horns blaring, people rushing, life moving too fast
Aadhya Sharma
(Another day. Another battle )
Aadhya Sharma
(gets up, stretches and walks to the kitchen )
The smell of fresh coffee fills in the air
This? This is the only peaceful moment before the chaos begins
Aadhya Sharma
(standing in front of the mirror)
Aadhya Sharma
(eyes lingering on the small vitiligo mark on her right cheek)
Aadhya Sharma
(tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting it fall slightly over the mark)
not because she is ashamed just tired
Tired of the looks, the whisper and the silent judgement
Aadhya Sharma
(shake of the thought and grab her phone)
Aadhya Sharma
(checking messages)
Aadhya Sharma
(fingers swipe over the screen )
Aadhya Sharma
Sent: 11:46 PM
"Good night, Aarav. I hope your day went well. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. ❤️"
Aadhya Sharma
(chest tightens )
Aadhya Sharma
(Arav is online)
Aadhya Sharma
(but my message, still ignored)
Aadhya Sharma
(bite the inside of her cheek, her grip on the phone tightening )
Aadhya Sharma
(maybe he is busy, or I'm overthinking)
The streets of Mumbai are alive as I step out of my apartment
I weave through the crowd , adjusting my bag on my shoulder
My phone stays in my grip , but I don't check it again
If he wants to reply he will. If not ..
I take a deep breath , lift my chin and step forward
No matter what today is just like another day I will face the world with my head held high
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