Posted in Feminism, Fiction

Recipe of Dreams..

It was quiet as all were sleeping peacefully. She dimmed the lights for not interrupting them. She took her laptop silently in the kitchen and started working on her deal. It took her another couple of hours, she sighed and said, “Project done. Now I’ll be eligible for promotion this year.” “I am happy with your achievement. Now quickly finish your dinner,” her mother whispered, shedding a tear of joy. Her daughter was fulfilling her dreams while she was busy feeding her with her hands.



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