Four days

Four days

Do you have any idea why it is so hard to get those four days out of a month? Indeed, I'm discussing those four days that nobody discusses. That drop of blood awakens her around night. Each second is as though there is a flood inside the body. We couldn't imagine how awkward a girl feels. Each drop of her blood is noticeable all over. Whenever she cries, gets crabby, or turns out to be exceptionally cheerful. Her mindset changes each second gets her far from others, and makes her forlorn. There is nobody to deal with her those four days. That awakening around night crying, shouting without commotion, and that groaning in the back and stomach torment, awakening snickering in the first part of the day without telling anybody. This occurs in that journey of four days where it is broken and dissipated. Four days pass by in the disarray of this dispersed brain. It turns out to be not difficult to express that there are just four days. Living those four days is troublesome. 

 ©Aditi Vats