A letter of a "yet another woman" anonymously I read few days back.
It raises a question in many minds. Is it fine to involve with a girl
physically after her marriage without her consent? In that case her
husband will be her rapist.Doing sex without consent is a violent act.
It is a crime.
This heart whelming letter reads as follows:-
The
room is occupied by loneliness all around. A sharp shrill of silence is
making me unstable. I am sitting in front of this big beautifully
carved mirror. It looks like that of one from the Mesopotamian
civilization. With a big red round bindi on my forehead and the strong
line of orange vermillion parting my long wavy cascading hair which is
covering my assets as am not carrying even a trace of cloth on me. No I
am not nude; I am sitting with my soul with no worldly pleasures. A dead
silence of destruction in my kohl eyes. Beautiful I look in this red
orange combination. This room too is painted in the same hue and its
reflection on my skin is making my feel glamorous. Yes! I am a newlywed
bride. I got married last month. It was a heavenly pleasure when for the
first time saw me as a woman.
Being a woman gives a sense of solidity and satisfaction. But yes every coin has too sides.
This
bruise on my right arm and the scratches on my back are my wedding
gifts. I would have felt delighted to write that I had a beautiful night
with my husband yesterday. A dream of every girl to be in his man’s
arm; sensuous and secured at the same time. He crushed me last night.
Scary was the last night when with his whole power he squeezed every bit
of my body and soul. It would have been my consent If. ...
A pleasant feature of human need, it would have been If.....
A destination to my desire, it would have been If. ....
But
I cannot complain. It is his right to come any time in any mood and
show the man in him, irrespective to what I feel. This is happening from
the very day of my marriage. Every night he breaks me into pieces and
every morning I carry every single broken piece, assemble it and
decorate it beautifully with red and orange. Last night it was for the
thirtieth time. I have yet not seen his face. But he seems not to be my
husband.
Girls are bestowed with a beautiful body. I feel
so much graceful in front of this mirror. These bangles on the table
would have been feeling so jealous to see me; I am even beautiful
without them. Look at these anklets. These are made of diamonds but see I
am more adorable. Here kept are the ear rings and that necklace too.
These toe rings, bracelets, nose ring. Ornaments all around me. But I am
more decorated in red and orange.
But yesterday it
happened so, when he came closer to me drunk. Kissed me so hard (a kiss
is a soft word to describe what he did) that the smell of his bad
breathe went deep into me. to show the beast in him and took out a
broken piece of glass and did what i never understand. I was faint and
woke up a half an hour ago when i found blood coming out of me
intensely. i am not able to bear anymore of this. There may be many
strong ladies in the world but I am not. Red is my favorite color but
my fondness is the reason of my end. I cant help myself, nor can any. I
was as child playful with red, I am as bride decorated in red and I
will die in red.
This Glass piece is yet lying here. And my letter will be last piece of my writing now.
I cannot bear any more. My soul now bleeds. My wounds are no more curable. they are red too.
I had a beautiful, lovely red life.. .
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