Street Diaries
I replied.
"I'm Eesha," she whispered as she stood up and started to dance slowly, she wriggled her waist and took my hand, slowly pulling me up. We danced in the open street surrounded by others, and even when it began to rain, we continued dancing. I looked around and found that we were not alone, there were others coupled up and dancing in the rain too, this filled my heart with childish joy and absolute peace. Then she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against mine, I hesitated for a moment, I froze for a second or two, the last two women I got involved with were met with gloom, they were direct casualties, victims of my way of life. I had made a promise to myself never to let it happe
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