Tamara was alive when they buried her. She tried to resist them but like all good children she had to succumb. The pit was ready the day she was born. She was asked not to move from it. Soon they started filling it with prejudices, superstitions, accusations, beliefs, hatred, taboos, customs and what not. She wanted to scream out loud. But, good children never do that. So she just stood there until the filth outgrew her. She was just another mound of nothingness for those who never knew her.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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