Yashpreet Parmar

Namesake

There she walked on the sand torn road, with no fixed destination in sight. The landscape was desolate and barren with patches of bushels and broken buildings scattered across it. She felt a slight wind, in this dusty brown sky that consumed her surroundings, breeze against her. It felt torrid and was harsh to breathe it in. Still, her determination to press forward fueled her strength despite all odds of survivability stacked against her. Her hometown may have well forgotten about her existence anyways and she wanted no part to live the rest of her days under that oppression. She was a class lower than a pest; a slave to all and nobody. Whatever fate brought to her in this world she would gladly accept.