She clasped her palms in prayer, closed her eyes.
Unbidden, the images came rushing in.
Uncle taking her dress off.
Uncle rubbing her body.
Uncle pushing his fingers into her.
Pain.
She opened her eyes; pushed the pain away.
She looked around. Nobody had heard her cry.
Except Ma Durga. Ma’s eyes were on her.
Her kind, compassionate eyes.
Ma knew. She understood.
Don’t leave me, Ma, she pleaded.
You aren’t alone, Ma whispered. You are Durga.
She nodded with comprehension.
Tonight she will tell her mother.
They will force Uncle to stop.
She is Durga. She will vanquish Evil.
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She is everywoman, she is every girl
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