LIVING IN SHADOWS

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Ruby walked with quickening steps

her dupatta played with the air unaware,

that its wearer could smell doom

behind her erupted a cacophony of male laughter

elbowing among friends and cheeky comments,

she plugged the earphones harder so that every cell of her body

seemed to resonate the beats of the song,

she clutched the cross in her hands

her nails dug into her palm,

she mentally recited a biblical psalm…..

 

In another part of India’s territory

a little girl, Ambi,was studying geography

her little finger rested on Vasco da Gama’s discovery

she heard footsteps

her heart leapt

beads of perspiration started from her forehead

the learning stopped

the skirt was pulled over her knees

she sat subdued

listening to the tick tock of the wall clock……

 

Shift to another scenario,

where in a dimly lit room,

the tragedy of domestic violence unfolds

the clock strikes eight pm

and Ratna feels a pang of pain

her hand went to her left cheek,

which still throbbed with a not so distant memory,

her husband had hit her hard

she smote under the scar

she felt a tightening in her stomach

was this her destiny

why did she suffer,incessantly?

 

Sujata, sat in her gynaecologist’s room,

waiting patiently, but inside she was filled with ecstacy,

a new life was being born,

through her umbilical cord,

she felt a kick, her face lit up with a smile…

Outside,  the room a thick  envelope of cash changed hands

to the doctor’s hands it went from her mother in law’s hands,

a syringe pricked and sucked a life,

just because it was a girl child,

Sujata and the unborn

only two people on earth mourned…

Rosemary was all alone in her cubicle,

suddenly the lights went out

the sweat stain under her armpit spread,

in keeping with the advancing tread,

the door clicked,what was the problem?

Before she could begin to fathom,

she smelt the cologne of her boss

she tried to shout,but her yell was not heard

his hands groped frantically,she felt she would burst,

She had to pay the price for committing a heinous crime

She was working diligently in her overtime…

 

Kashish was in a party with her friends,

looking resplendent in her chic red dress,

she had just parted ways with her dominating boyfriend

but rejection, his male ego could not take,

he appeared wearing a mask at the party,

uncorked a bottle of acid,

ruining her face was his priority,

finding a chance he gave the bottle a swing,

the mascara burnt along with the skin,

her features till this day are unrecognizable,

while he has a wife and two kids,

Kashish suffers in silence…

if this is the sorry state of affairs,

with a heavy heart and eyes brimming with tears,

I plead to all citizens of India,

STOP being a sissy,

DO NOT accept prejudices that are wrong,

it doesn’t matter if she is in a kurta pyjama or in a sarong,

whether it is Delhi,Mumbai or any other city,

women are raped,molested,exploited,abused physically and mentally,

when will all this change?When  in god’s name,

will men stop being men and

instead become HUMANE.

©SMRITISPEAKS2014

 

 

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