Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

‘The lass pined for her kin. The winds that blew, whispered messages from her ilk. By and by, she grew melancholy. Till one day...,’ Malcum paused and looked at the waters of the bay, ‘she found the skin Sean had hidden. That day, she transformed, dove into the bay and disappeared, never to be seen again.’

Author’s note –The world is a scary, unsafe place. We hear stories of brutal rapes happening everyday and yet we believe it will never happen to us...until it does. This story is dedicated to women who have lost their lives to brutal rape or who are survivors.

Girl, should you venture out, alone in the dark Beware of the devils, the shadows that lurk. For they lie in wait to pounce, nab and ravish. Alas! Fair maidens like you, in the night, vanish.   So, beware of the hand that extends to help you. It may accost …