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3. "Trauma and Hurricane"

It was morning. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection - dressed in a soft yellow kurta paired with white palazzos. After slipping on my silver jhumkas, a simple chain, and strapping my wristwatch in place, I felt ready. At least on the outside.

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Ruhanika ๐Ÿฆ‹

๐€๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ: ๐Ÿงฟ ๐‘…๐“Š๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“€๐’ถ ๐Ÿฆ‹ ๐’ฎ๐‘œ๐’ป๐“‰ ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’ | ๐’ฎ๐“Œ๐‘’๐‘’๐“‰ ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐‘œ๐“ˆ | ๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ป๐“‡๐‘œ๐“‚ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰. ๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’น๐‘œ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐’ถ๐“€ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“‡๐’น๐“ˆ, ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“‰๐“๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“Š๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ป๐‘’๐‘’๐“ ๐’พ๐“‰.