Confession
Looked at me with little eyes and rolled her words as she tells me stories of harassment faced since she was small, until this moment. Not ashamed of her or even disappearance of her words or outlines. The despair sound is overlooking among her words. No longer feel any joy or pleasure in her life. She was a kind of realistic people which would not pour tears or feel sorry. She did not want sympathy but only ears to listen to her. How much we need to talk when we reach to fall. How much we need love when we are in the harshest of weakness. I listened curiously because I would have started to like her voice. I could hear such rumors before but I have never seen it face to face so it has attracted me. And how not, however its red line and we always block our ears to listen about such subjects. She started to talk about the monk who harassed her when she was seven years old. She had not realized what happen in that time but after grew up and having gathered stories of harassment the...