#CoverUp

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No person should stay in an abusive relationship. When things turn sour, move out. Remember, there are many who love and care about you.

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  1. Richa SinghJanuary 20, 2016 at 11:53 PM

    Poignant...

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    1. Saru SinghalJanuary 25, 2016 at 11:40 AM

      I wonder how many go through this terrible phase.

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  2. My EraJanuary 20, 2016 at 11:54 PM

    Say no to domestic violence should be our motto. First time, every time.
    A powerful message beautiful put :)

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    1. Saru SinghalJanuary 28, 2016 at 2:06 PM

      True that! We should encourage everyone to come forward and save themselves from it.

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  3. SeenaJanuary 20, 2016 at 11:56 PM

    painful.. and a reality for many.
    So well constructed. :)

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  4. प्रवीण पाण्डेयJanuary 21, 2016 at 12:05 AM

    very true

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  5. divsiJanuary 21, 2016 at 12:34 AM

    I love your hashtag stories. Each one has a takeaway.
    I a glad you highlighted this topic.
    It is a phenomena so prevalent in our country yet everyone is hush hush about it.
    "What you alow, continues!"

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 1, 2016 at 8:58 PM

      True, what we allow, continues. Hope people change for better.

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  6. Yogi SaraswatJanuary 21, 2016 at 12:52 AM

    True and nice words Saru ji !! Your short poems are very impressive.

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  7. Ami BhatJanuary 21, 2016 at 1:22 AM

    Straight through the heart. Well said!

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  8. Sabyasachi PatraJanuary 21, 2016 at 1:36 AM

    Nice one. Life is to precious to be frittered away in an abusive relation.

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  9. shraddha singhJanuary 21, 2016 at 3:18 AM

    So influential.. love it.

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  10. Ranjana's craft blogJanuary 21, 2016 at 4:57 AM

    Very sad.
    But it was better to buy a rope to hang him :) I would have done the same :)

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  11. UnknownJanuary 21, 2016 at 7:01 AM

    So real and poignant! :')

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  12. UnknownJanuary 21, 2016 at 9:31 AM

    Very true!

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  13. RakeshJanuary 21, 2016 at 12:06 PM

    She should have bargained and obtained three scarves. One to keep her warm, another to hide those bruises and the third to strangle him when he sleeps. Of course he deserved it! :/

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 1, 2016 at 9:17 PM

      Hahaha... that would have been a perfect end.

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  14. ilaksheeJanuary 21, 2016 at 12:41 PM

    Brilliant!

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  15. Ankita January 21, 2016 at 2:03 PM

    that is so piquant

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  16. Rahul BhatiaJanuary 22, 2016 at 8:29 AM

    Much said in few words

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  17. RajJanuary 22, 2016 at 3:21 PM

    Subtle, exquisite and yet so potent. :) Riveting as always.

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  18. Swati BatraJanuary 23, 2016 at 10:19 AM

    Such bruises leave indelible mark in the heart which are more hard to cover up.

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  19. Kokila guptaJanuary 24, 2016 at 7:30 AM

    Right Swati ..but for that we have we use words, a dab of colour and smiles to cover up :)
    Don't know for how long .

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  20. Preeti S.January 24, 2016 at 11:41 AM

    Sad that many choose to hide it, rather than retaliate and bring themselves out of such a relationship.

    Short and slice-of-life kind of a piece. Well penned.

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  21. Tarang SinhaJanuary 25, 2016 at 3:30 AM

    This is something...both poignant and powerful! Well said, Saru!

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