In the shadows I lurk
The true first woman
The sinner who dared walk free
Born like Adam
His equal
Yet punished for the same
Why was I pushed to be
His ‘loving wife’
Against my will?
What was the purpose of my creation?
For, if it was pleasure he seeked
He could have looked elsewhere
Why must I lie beneath him
Like a limp fish
An unmoving statue
When I am so gloriously alive
And breathing?
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.”
Snip, snip, snip and suddenly she was a completely different person.
She had a sudden moment of terror when she took in her image on in the mirror. A frightening flashback to when she had earlier sported a short hairstyle. How they’d started calling her a boy. How they’d teased her every time she did something ‘girly’ because she was a boy, wasn’t she? Her childhood sweetheart confessing that he’d never thought of her as a girl because girls have long hair.
Then all of a sudden the memories stopped coming, and she was back in the saloon, paying a surprisingly cheap fee.
She took a deep breath before stepping out. Continue reading
It’s not that she was always being physically restrained, so to say. But even so, she could always feel the chains tightening around her soul- her very being.
The rules they set for her weren’t unreasonable. She could easily follow them and keep being the wonderful girl she’d always been.
But lately, she’d wanted more.
The first time she’d dared to lie to her parents was when she experienced the bitter-sweet ache of love. Continue reading
So, my college has this ridiculous tradition where once you’ve reached the third year, you’re forced to wear ‘formal clothing’ once a month. And obviously, because this is India, our only ‘formal clothing’ is a saree.
Now for those who don’t know what a saree is, it is basically this long cloth wrapped around a woman as elegantly as possible.
Beautiful right? Only, its really annoying to wear one, particularly for girls like me who aren’t used to it. Continue reading
Today, I attended the wedding of a friend.
I don’t usually attend weddings (or any social function, for that matter) and once again, I was reminded as to why.
It all started well and good. We went there, congratulated the bride and had some amazing food. Afterwards, we sat in the auditorium, too full to move. I let my eyes wander, and that’s when I noticed it.
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