Trapped
Sunaina was sitting on the porch. It was raining after a long time that day. Her room was on the second floor, secluded from other rooms, in a dimly lit corner for the house. However it was she simply loved her room. Why would not she? It kept all the unnecessary stuffs away, but mostly unwanted people. Sunaina, never liked to mingle with people. She was happy in her own world. It was drizzling now, she opened the window pane and moved her upper torso out, to feel the light rain on her face. Somehow, these rain drops absolved her from her crimes. Absolve! It rather set her free. Her room was the only place where she could be sunaina, the girl she was meant to be. With a coffee mug in her hand, and book in another, she sat on the window. There was just enough space to accommodate her. She stretched her legs, and put it on the window pane, making herself comfortable in her own cocoon. She was indeed like a silkworm. She had a dark kept secret that nobody would ever know. ...