Domestic violence : The next pandemic in India
Life can be unpredictable at times. Some things happen when we least expect them to come our way. But today coming back to this place had its meaning. The honking of the passing cars pulled me out of my reverie and transient of thoughts. Walking down the deep graveled path, a dilapidated house more like a cottage came into my view. It's been fifteen years since we left this place, a pool of emotions stirred in me. A smile crept on my face as I could hear the sound of rushing sea waves nearby. I remember when I was ten years old my mother and I every Sunday used to have our small picnic with all my favorite food. My mother’s black hair shining under the rays of the sun making her appear tanner, with her bruises and scars more prominent all over her face and hands, her blue eyes twinkling with happiness. We were happy it was the only day I was happy. My father was most of the time out on his business trip but this time he was gone for fifteen days at a stretch, it’s not like I wante
