Sanctified flames, she had to with stand to etch a mark of her pureness without an inch of flesh burnt her soul inflamed for ages… Immaculate heart ,she could show none, her innocence became her sin to have a heart sinless in the world of devils, she shed a tear, her heart bled, yet the impeccable serene smile gleamed her being had impregnable faith she will be purged from the muck therein. born as a princess, wed to an epitome she wandered with him through forests struggling through every means to remain his devoted… Was it an offense, that she was silent and resilient , that she faces the pyre of apotheosis!
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Vaidehi, the purity incarnate, is pen caricatured in most sublime an order.Superb.
Iam humbly grateful that you found this piece to be of that calibre. Thanks to you Sir
Beautifully expressed on the sacrifice made by a woman in this ruthless world where her desires, choices doesn’t matter and is defined at birth. You have perfectly captured her emotions, fears and what goes in the mind of Vaidehi:)
Thank you Vishal. NIce to know you could co relate thisto the common woman of today.
Sad but wonderfully written! Blessings to you my sister!
Thank you very much Wendell for all the wishes and blessings.
Sita is one of the most tragic reminder of abuse of purity, innocence and love. A disgusting abuse.