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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Q is for Queenie
“Mishtu also wanted to come but Papa said…”
She tried hard to push through the darkness when she heard this. The lilt in the
voice compelled her to move. She trudged but the darkness was powerful. Like a
drug. She was tempted to let the darkness envelop her in its warmth but the sing-song voice was enthralled her and she tried to push her way out.
“For my birthday Maasi is…”
It was her birthday? Oh, I have to hug her. I have to get through this. She struggled to walk towards the faint grey at a distance. She
wanted to hold her little baby and kiss her. The pain was blinding and each
breath was laboured one. But she had to do this. For her child.
“Row row row your boat…”, trilled little Tia.
She held on to the sound-desperately trying to push the
waves and waves of darkness that seem to drown her.
“Is but a dream…”
She could see the faint light grow as she spotted a faint
ray and her heart throbbed. She was nearly there.
“Enough. Let her sleep,” she heard his harsh voice.
She stopped. Froze. He was there. She couldn’t go back. Tia
was there but so was Raj. Tia pulled and Raj pushed. Raj was stronger. She
slumped. She welcomed the next wave of darkness and allowed it to envelop her.
It was soothing.
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O is for Ojaswani
“How can you do that? What will I tell Mohit? And my
in-laws? My Mom is divorcing Dad after 32 years of marriage. Why Ma?”
She sighed, “you know why.”
“But Mom. What`s the point now? After 32 years. You might as
well just hang on for…”
“Hang on for? For what? Am I not entitled to live my life
the way I want to?”
“Of course, Mom. But like why divorce? Do your things. Don`t
listen to him.”
“I want to live not survive and fight and sulk and…”
“He won`t let you leave. You know that. You have tried it so
many times.”
“Yes, but I no longer have young children or old in-laws…
there`s nothing to hold me back.”
“Have you told Vikki?”
“Not yet. I will text you my new address.”
“Mom, please don`t do it. Why do you have to do so much
drama?”
“Standing up for yourself-even if its taken you 32 years- is
drama?”
She disconnected the
call dejectedly and called Vikki.
“I am moving out beta.”
“Oh! When?”
“In another hour or so. My bags are packed. I have booked a
cab.”
“You have a place to live Mom? You can stay with me.”
“I know. But I have my own place. As of now a barsaati.
I am really excited.”
“Hahaha. I am sure you will make a home out of it soon,” he said
softly. “Text me your address Mom. I will send you a house warming gift!”
She smiled as she disconnected the call.
She picked up her
bags and walked out of the house she had lived in for 32 years. The cab was
waiting outside for her. She didn`t look back even once as she stashed her bags
and the cab sped to the main-road.
She smiled. She was on her way home.
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N is for Namrata
she traced the little white dots on her wrist
there was a big ring-sized white patch on her elbow
her cheeks had even more
the forehead was dotted too
all her life she had hankered for fair skin
and now her wish had come true
Chitkabri- taunted the girls in school
tears galloped down her cheeks
mother kissed her tenderly
they are jealous-no one can be like you
you are the prettiest girl in town
with sun dappling your honey skin
don’t let others define you.
She smiled and wiped her tears and declared
I am beautiful.
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M is for Meeta
she stood under the shower
washing off the warm sticky fluid
trickling slowly down her inner thighs
at least it was here
even if it was
after four agonizing months
all her life she had hated it
and now that it was finally leaving her
she felt threatened, angry, lost, sad
she was changing-again!
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