I remember back then when I decided to stay happy and follow people’s advice to “not being depressed”.
I was around 21 when I first came across Molly. She was so amazing that when I told my mother about her, she labeled me crazy and that I was hallucinating again.
I was not much into poetry when I first penned down this poem. In fact, this is my second poem among the nine I had written so far. This is about a woman, under a dilemma. I’m not a feminist, to be honest. We all fight for our own rights sometimes, let it be any gender among the two. But this woman, in the poem, has two choices under the circumstances. She can panic and run like a normal person would do, or she can just sit, enjoy some mild music and her cuppa. It’s a war going on for god’s sake.