A Silenced Voice…

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I dreamed to be a better person,

I dreamed of living in a spick and span area,

I wanted to roam in the city all night without meeting the hungry gaze of men,

Who were all ready to entrap woman like me,

I dreamed to wear clothes in which I am comfortable with regardless of the fact whether they are too short or covered,

I dreamed to be an artist without anybody enquiring me about which degree I possess or what my qualification is,

I dreamed to inhale pure, fresh air which is not full of pollution for once,

I dream to see poverty free India where not at every turn there was someone standing in the scorching heat of sun begging for few rupees,

I wanted to get educated not because it was my need but to match the inane standards of this cruel society,

I wanted to speak English regardless of this fact whether it is my native language or not,

So that nobody can point a finger at me saying I don’t belong here,

But there is a thin line between what I wanted and what I dreamed for,

As living in a brothel is not something which is appreciated and it is not easy to live a life in this hell hole,

For every need and dream here you have to pay a price which now I am not willing to give,

All these men out there don’t see me as a women who has feelings and soul,

But they see me as a women who has vagina and bosom,

They know how to use my body for their own privilege and to quench their own thirst,

But they don’t know how to worship, cherish or respect me.

I dreamed of living in a place where people are not as narrow-minded as they are,

A place where every person respected a job of prostitute,

I dreamed of getting the kind of respect a normal being has,

I dreamed of getting support from my family for what I do,

I dreamed of being a mother, bestowing all the love I have on my child,

But thinking about all this makes me even more numb to every emotion,

Knowing how the mentality of this society is and how this society functions,

Knowing they will not be able to digest a prostitute upbringing a child,

As I am anything but a human being, like I am shallow from inside,

I don’t have a character as I use my body to make my ends meet which according to them is a draconian act,

Living a life as a prostitute is a shame and brings disgrace to this society,

But before ending this right here,

I want to ask questions whose answers I am not cognizant of and for my survival I need to know them,

Why women have to endure every pain?

Why women have to be perfect and expected to be like Sita?

Why women can’t be as ferocious as a lion is?

Why raping a women does not bring disgrace for a man?

Why he is not ashamed of his own actions?

Why he gets away with every crime which is done against women?

Why???

Trapped #short story

Story of a women trapped in bias of society and male chauvinism.

Trapped #short story

Women have power of saraswati, durga and laxmi if they want they can make their house heaven lest they can even make it hell… yet we are accused of trapping men in the nutshell. Don’t you think it’s the other way round?

“You are a Women, you will never understand all this and I am a man a successful person because of whom you exist! This is how the society works my dear, so from the next time you better think twice before you ask” he said with so much venom that her whole body shuddered.

“You know our financial plight,  I just want to help you. I am also as qualified as you are so if I want to do job and help my family out it isn’t a crime right? ” she dared to say that although from inside she was shaking terribly of the repercussion. She is not bold infact she is shy but it is said sometimes even the most fragile person has to become strong for the betterment of the family.

“Hahahaa, if ever this thing cross your mind again, then don’t blame of what happens afterthat!” With this he was gone.

This was a routine in their house but what he did was correct? Before marriage he promised to take care of her and give her the freedom of taking her own decisions but after marriage everything changed… His dreams became a part of her dreams and slowly his every dream dominated her’s. Women usually lost their identity to build somebody else’s career, they go through every change so that they can build a secure future for her loved ones… This is what women are they are shy from outside but are capable of making house a HOME….