She rolls the wet flour in a search for that much needed perfect shape. A circle, they tell her, will defy all those corners she's going to weep into or weep to. That circle, she hears them saying, will define her ability to keep the foundation of her future home. But, it's all cracks and spoils that she could come up with. So, she rolls the belan twice on the cracked parts and they are fixed. Just like her heart, on which, she rolls the belan of "it's women life" and voila! She rises up, each day with a heart fixed, not complete. Fixed. Ps. The shape actually arose unintentionally ^_^ Welcome to the day 14 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e. April. Today, collab and write a poem about how to fix a heart. #fixaheartpoem #theunsungquill #quotestitchers #qsbm2 #qsbm2p40 #qsbm2day6