When a woman stretches to straighten her spine, to break off the chains from her body and mind, she is no longer an admirable bride.
The need to be accepted by the society is so strong, that she sells off her self respect and her genuine smile in the market of false pretentions.
And this is true in some influential families too. Dhristi was one such woman.
Dhristi laughed heartily at every joke that her husband made, showing her pleasure, or rather faking it. She catered to his every need. Her world revolved around him. She was a good wife. She was timid, patient and ever-ready to his demands.
“He is a dog” she once told me “a lusty dog, he has sucked the life out of me, if you have a choice don’t ever enter into a loveless marriage. I hate him.”
“If it is so bad then why don’t you just walk out?” I said
“I cannot. I won’t bring shame to my family”.
And she stuck on. There would be bruises on her body. Sometimes she would lift her dress to show me the dark brown circles on her thighs, on her tummy, on her back and sometimes on her breast
“These are not love bites, mind you, when he is drunk and I resist, he punishes me” she said “it hurts too much, especially when it bleeds.”
“Maybe, things will change after you have a child” I said, consoling her
“I wish I could, but my hubby hates kids.” She said
Thus, lonely she was, caged in the glittering world.
If she wasn’t a close friend I would never have known her sadness and her pain. But help, I could not. How do you preach freedom to a person who is deaf to the reasons?
She wore a mask.
At every party, women admired her jewels, her branded clothes and her impeccable etiquettes. They wished they could trade places with her, until the day, when I saw the shocked expressions on their face. I heard one of them call her ‘ungrateful’
‘Ungrateful’ for what?
At last, the peace envelops her as she lies in her coffin, dressed as a bride.
Perhaps, the world will never know.
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