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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6 comments:
Things would surely change the day she didn't wait outside the door.
A poignant piece as always.
Maybe, it's time to shed the victim mode.
Why put up with such a person? If the shoe does not fit, throw it away.
If one thinks nothing changes, nothing changes.
If one thinks something can be changed, there is change, for the better.
Again... I know this to be a true story... But one day she didn't protest anymore... As she walked away when the door closed.
@Srivalli- if only she had the courage
@Arti It is.
@SG I like the thought...tough though sometimes
@Pradeep So true
@Ira I am so glad she walked away
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