Aboli. She was coaxed by her parents to go on a shopping spree, on her own. Just
an iota of self-doubt was left behind somewhere deep
attire, she complemented it with a Kashmiri stole. Wrapping it around the neck
gave her warmth and assurance. Bringing some tresses ahead over the right shoulder
and checking the look finally in the mirror, she smiled. The dimples persuaded
her to hold her head high and walk with confidence.
in her stride. She started browsing through the Autum winter collection. “Retail
Therapy” soon washed away last speck of fear.
of skin, Aboli, the acid attack victim, could walk back to normal life.
into a woman of substance, the survivor, the fighter!
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