Z is for Zohra

why don’t you get married?

i like my life like this

who will take care of you when you get old?

i will

who will love you when you get old?

i will

who will provide for you when you get old?

i will

you are impossible

 i am!

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Y is for Yumna

 

 

“Why is Bhabhi praying now? The panditji will be here any minute for the pooja.”

“She`s reciting a prayer for Ma- I think it’s called a Fatiha.”

“But why? Ma is a Hindu- that too a Brahmin!”

Yumna folded her prayer mat and smiled, “Are you worried that Allah will grant her jannant instead of Bhagwan welcoming her in swarg?”

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X is for Xia

 

 

She knew she could not live with him anymore. Not when he told her in the third month of her pregnancy. “It has to be a boy. There is still time. Let`s do the sex-determination test. I know a doc who will do it unofficially for us. It will save us from heart break later if it turns out to be a girl…”

She knew then that they had no future together.

***

It was time. She dialed the clinic. "My water just broke Doc.”

“Come now. Take a cab please. Don`t drive.”

“Yes.”

“You are almost there. What took you so long,” chided the doctor as they wheeled her in the delivery room.

In a few minutes she was holding on to a miracle. She kissed her little Xia.

"Xia? Unusual. What does it mean?" asked the doctor

“Sunrise.” she smiled weakly.

A new beginning.

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W is for Waheeda

 

 

and then he kicks me out of the door

slams it shut on my face

i sit shivering in the cold

the chai wala gives me a steaming cup of tea

why do you argue?

i look at him wordlessly.

on such nights I also wonder

why do I argue? protest?

nothing changes.

every time it happens

 i spend a night on the street

waiting by the door

till next morning

he opens the door and drags me in

why do I argue? protest?

nothing changes.

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V is for Vidhi

 

“How liberal is your husband! So forthcoming. He has never stopped you from pursuing your career,” Mini screamed.

“Yes. He has never stopped me because he has been busy pushing me.”

Mini declared, “Well, you are really a thankless woman! He is so supportive!! Here is a husband who is letting you travel for work and you want to complain. What more do you want?”

“I just want to be. Not be a Trophy wife he can flaunt at every gathering. I want to spend time with the girls. Can I not decide what I want from life? It`s not that we need the money. I can work flexi-hours. I am happy to not climb the ladder.”

“Talk about whiny women. Here you have a plum opportunity, a supportive husband and you want to complain. So what if he pushes you? That is the reason you have reached so far!”

“Don`t you get it. I don`t want to.”

“You can`t decide suddenly that you don’t want to. Not after all that he has sacrificed for you. He didn’t take up the overseas posting. He chose to be home when you had to travel. He loves you.  It is payback time now. You have to do what he says. Don`t say no to this opportunity.”

“Payback ? My own husband? Is it even love or just a well-planned transaction?”

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T is for Tashi

 

 

you chose him

we told you not to marry

different religion, different city...

it`s all your fault

you don`t listen

you don’t understand.

 

but ma do you understand?

do you listen?

I am a failure

But do you have to be one too?

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S is for Shyamali

 

The maalishwali maushi smiled at her tenderly. “Don`t worry. It is just a matter of few months. I will massage and polish her skin. Besan and malai does wonders.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears.

Ma said sternly, “You better show results. You said so for Meeta`s daughter too. She is still dusky! I am not paying you for just applying malai.”

“Don`t worry. This time I will use chana dal that I will personally grind and bring.”

“And you,” she pointed at her, “you better choose another name for her. Call her Saloni. No Shweta-that means fair. Names have vibrations too.”

She nodded. She was willing to do whatever it would take to lighten the skin of her month-old daughter.

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