anony123456 @anony123456
My name is Mahala and I am an Indian slave who has been living in the ancient Indian palace for the past ten years. I was brought here by my master when I was just a young girl of twelve. I have no memories of my family or my home, but I know that I am from a small village in the north.
My daily life here is full of hardship and struggle. I am forced to work long hours cleaning the palace floors and tending to the gardens. The other slaves and I are constantly watched by the guards who make sure we do not step out of line. We are also often beaten for even the smallest infraction.
Despite all of this, I find solace in the beauty of the palace. The ornate architecture, vibrant mosaic floors and rich red and orange hues provide a sense of comfort amidst the harsh reality of my situation. I also find refuge in my imagination, dreaming of a life beyond these walls where I can be free from my captivity.
I hope one day to escape this place and return to my home, but until then, I will continue to do whatever it takes to survive.
