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जब भी इन पहाड़ो की ओर देखती हू न, इनके जैसे बनने की कोशीश करती हूं, पर क्या करू ग्लेशियर बन नदी में मिल बह जाती हूं। ©Neetu Kumari #heels #Emotion

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i need to attend a meeting; something to do with "adulting." i have to look decent and formal; casual attire won't cut the call. so, i have to wear a power get-up; something to impress, to stop. i put on a black formal dress; put some make-up, looking fresh. next, i find my files and folders, a small bag, too, on my shoulder. frilly sandals won't look so nice; the ones, with heels, will make the dice. for, a woman needs the high heels; a minor pain, ignore how it feels. the world needs to see me composed; so i cannot be, easily, opposed. the heels do count. #wordplay #heels #woman #yopowrimo #yqbaba

i need to attend a meeting; something to do with "adulting." i have to look decent and formal; casual attire won't cut the call. so, i have to wear a power get-up; something to impress, to stop. i put on a black formal dress; put some make-up, looking fresh. next, i find my files and folders, a small bag, too, on my shoulder. frilly sandals won't look so nice; the ones, with heels, will make the dice. for, a woman needs the high heels; a minor pain, ignore how it feels. the world needs to see me composed; so i cannot be, easily, opposed. the heels do count. #wordplay #heels #woman #yopowrimo #yqbaba

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INTO THE HEELS OF A WOMAN BOOK ONE - STANDARDS & HIM {Afia's HEELS} "I'm okay, I took some on my way here." He said, as he sat on the bed close to the chair I was seated on. He gently put his left hand on my right thigh, rubbing softly in a linear pattern. He increased the length up my thigh as the rubbing became slightly intense. My mom had called earlier before he came. Our call would never end without her "gisting" me on the usual gossips. She was telling me about how Aunty Kramo's granddaughter got pregnant. Hawa, that was her name, she was friends with my little sister. You know how curiosity was one cause of teenage pregnancy in our social studies textbook? Hawa must have been curious and I couldn't have blamed her. Even if we start pushing that blame around; her parents that left her to her grandmother after they broke up or her grandmother that usually left her at home and travelled to the village or the school for lack of adequate sex education, she was pregnant. Inside her was an unborn baby, without blame, oblivious to the insults and stares it's mother was getting. Hawa refused to come outside, shame was playing it's role. The society had already made her an outcast and this scar doesn't fade. A scar like this only grows to haunt the society sometime later whilst destroying it's host. Do we have to do better? Certainly. The unanswered question is how can we do that in sustenance? "Trust me, baby girl." His voice interrupts my chain of thoughts. I could feel his hands slowly making its way to my zipper. I had to do something or this would be it, this would be the day! Afia's heels #MSDhoni

INTO THE HEELS OF A WOMAN BOOK ONE - STANDARDS & HIM {Afia's HEELS} "I'm okay, I took some on my way here." He said, as he sat on the bed close to the chair I was seated on. He gently put his left hand on my right thigh, rubbing softly in a linear pattern. He increased the length up my thigh as the rubbing became slightly intense. My mom had called earlier before he came. Our call would never end without her "gisting" me on the usual gossips. She was telling me about how Aunty Kramo's granddaughter got pregnant. Hawa, that was her name, she was friends with my little sister. You know how curiosity was one cause of teenage pregnancy in our social studies textbook? Hawa must have been curious and I couldn't have blamed her. Even if we start pushing that blame around; her parents that left her to her grandmother after they broke up or her grandmother that usually left her at home and travelled to the village or the school for lack of adequate sex education, she was pregnant. Inside her was an unborn baby, without blame, oblivious to the insults and stares it's mother was getting. Hawa refused to come outside, shame was playing it's role. The society had already made her an outcast and this scar doesn't fade. A scar like this only grows to haunt the society sometime later whilst destroying it's host. Do we have to do better? Certainly. The unanswered question is how can we do that in sustenance? "Trust me, baby girl." His voice interrupts my chain of thoughts. I could feel his hands slowly making its way to my zipper. I had to do something or this would be it, this would be the day! Afia's heels #MSDhoni