She makes sure someone sees the baby basket she has left on the garden bench.
“I am sorry my child but i dont want you to live my life.” she says and left.
With every step away she remembers how she fell for wrong man and how he forced her into body business. She doesn’t want her daughter to be in same situation. She did what she is doing because she was too late to get out of it. Which woman will like to be touched inappropriately and paid for it? It was her helplessness that she was unable to protest when she was forced into this.
Meri Bagiya Ki Kali
Tu Sada Hi Khilna
Jin Raho Main Chali
Tu Unpe Na Chalna
Far somewhere she heard this song playing.
Translation of song:
My garden’s bud
You always blossom
The paths I ran
You do not walk with them
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