A literate, kind hearted woman, she loved. She loved her family, her dog and her cat.
It started, some years ago.
The father she adored; fell sick. She tended him day and night, her life was on hold. He gave up and left. She could not hold him anymore.
Her mother, she loved beyond reason. On one fine day, returning from work, she found had her in a coma. Ten months later, she gave up too.
The woman was bereft.
The dog lay in the basket, listless. In the morning, it too had left her. A year and half later, the cat died in her arms. An orphaned pup did not fare any better.
An astrologer read her horoscope, there in was a killer planet. It killed. Her love killed.
Her husband diagnosed was with leukaemia, and the brother-in-law fell sick.
Accused of being a killer, she fled home in horror of herself.
She is buried in the darkness of her heart; not wanting to love, not wanting to taint. For her shadow is laced with the poison of the killer planet.
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