Self love

The universe needs me to be a bad daughter on a few days

Bad Daughter by Shriti Chowdhary

I once travelled on a public transport with my physically challenged brother and not a soul gave up their privilege of possessing legs to accommodate God’s biases. That night I locked myself in a room and cried until I promised myself that no matter how far my feet take me, I’ll step on it with spiky shoes if it dares to outrun kindness.