The Choice
- drsarojsalelkar
- Feb 7
- 1 min read
She stood at the brink of the reservoir contemplating her options
Her rank, stature and family did not matter anymore
Staring at her reflection in the vast expanse of the watery grave
She steeled herself as she turned around
She will not succumb… societal pressure and hardships will not mould her life she decided
As she walked away leaving behind a life of failure and disappointment, I will survive….
Picking up life is the choice we should always make. In response toSix sentence story
