It Is Time To Bleed!

A sudden churning in her stomach perturbed her slumber, making her a little uneasy. She changed her position and for a few minutes silence surrounded her such that she could hear her own heartbeats! With a jerk she sat up wondering what is the date, but before she could do anything, an exhilarating pain shot through her abdomen. Holding her belly, palms digging into her flesh, she screamed inaudibly. Tears rolled down her dazed eyes. She felt suffocated by the cruel law of nature!

She laid down and took deep breaths in hope that soon the pain will alleviate but to her dismay nothing happened. She waited and waited, but her agony only increased, increased so much that it was unbearable to take so much in one go. Her legs were quivering, quailing incoherently fighting to get a release and after precisely two more hours of suffering she could feel the wetness surrounded her vagina. Relief flooded her veins, after all it was that Time of the month, which even women are abashed to talk about in open, she exhaled and went to the washroom to take care of herself and pain that accompany women in the name of menstruation…

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Dear Zindagi (Chapter 5)


Sometimes in Life you feel lassitude surrounding your heart making it beat wildly and you start thinking irrationally for no good reason.

“Hey” Chirped Ciara excitedly.

“You seem to be happy today!” Her inner voice said placidly.

“Like you aren’t cognizant of the recent turn of events in my life.” Ciara said in an accusing tone.

“I know, but there is nothing to be excited about!” Inner voice said cautiously.

When we are too happy we usually shut everyone around us who are just trying to help us isn’t it true?

“What is with you” Ciara said this time with spitting pure anger and pouted like a little girl. She was baffled with the way her conscience was talking to her. Instead of beaming at her, her inner self is pretending like she is unaware of anything in her life!

“You need to understand the cruel play of this society which they are slowly trapping you in” tell her inner voice with a hint of warning.

“What do you mean?” Cia asked suddenly on full alert.

“Life is not all about earning money! It is much more than that, it is about earning respect, helping others who are in need, it is more about living happily. Instead of being a marionette be the sole driver of your steering wheel, don’t let anybody take that right from you!” tell her conscience weighing her every word.

“But this is all I ever wanted.” Said Cia slowly.

“Did you?”  her inner voice questioned and she felt tongue-tied, she felt betrayed, she didn’t have anything to say back, she was embarrassed.

Her conscious once again won, leaving her with a bundle of thoughts gnawing her insides. She felt dejected but one thing she was sure of was her inner voice was right indeed, instead of being materialistic we should be more realistic and do things which gives all the pleasures of life.

To be Continued…



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Sexism: A Social Disease Need Its Cure!

“Oh come on Meera, Don’t behave  like you are not aware of how the system works,” said James with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I was tongue-tide again, it was not for the first time my work was subsided and my competitor, Rahul’s work was approved just because Rahul was male and our dear Manager James think if women will be given more appreciation then it is like going against the inane rules of this society.

I capitulated without thinking even for a second, it was better to remain silent as if anyone raised their voice then they will be directly thrown out of this company with no ifs and buts. The biggest con’s of being a middle class is remain silent and scared, if you raised your voice, then your job will be gone on one side, your respect which you have earned with so much hard work will also be gone with a blink of an eye! Without meeting James unfaltering gaze which was not at all guilty, I decide to go back to my desk!

“What does this big-brown eyed, short-haired, round face with full of wrinkles think of himself?” I groaned on my way back to the exit gate.

The moment I was about to turn the metal knob, James voice stopped me in my tracks. For a moment I thought it was all a prank that James was pulling off at my expense and just maybe this time my presentation was indeed accepted, after all I have spent one month in preparing it, collecting all the facts, putting them together was not less than a tedious task!

I turned and tried to put a straight face, I didn’t want to be happy without any reason and was looking for a positive response just this one time.

James got up from his Black revolving chair, hands in his pockets, eyes looked  a little suspicious. He opened the front button of his gray color jacket underneath was white crisp shit with black buttons, paired it with a dark gray tie. He wasn’t that old and according to his age, he looked fine and to be exact being in his late thirties he looked attractive enough.

“Oh my dear Meera! You gave up just so easily, aren’t you going to put up a fight?” He asked as he approached towards me with a smile on his face which surely didn’t reach his eyes.

For some reason I was worried about his query, I wasn’t expecting this coming after all! He has never talked to me like this and what kind of fight he is talking about, nobody  can argue with him once he has taken his decision, its final!

“What are you talking about?” I asked and my throat suddenly became parched, my palms became sweaty and my forehead started sweating given the fact that the air conditioner was working just fine.

“Meera, Meera, Why you behave so innocently? If you want to be chosen for this, all you have to do is ask!” James said, sliding his big masculine hands across my slender arm. I shivered in the most disgusting way, it was like thorns were making their way on my arms and I couldn’t do anything.

The hundred yard office suddenly looked so small that it was suffocating me to breathe the same air as James was. I was horrified with what was happening with me. The way his hand was rested on my shoulder was making me uneasy.

“Sir, you are crossing your line” I warned him to back off, but he didn’t instead he came even closer to me that we were nose to nose. I shut my eyes and thought about the options I was left with.

“Meera be mine, one night and your life will change, you don’t have to be the assistant manager, looking for anybody’s approval, you will be my secretary and trust me your life will become heaven. Don’t think much” He purred into my ears and my eyes started to sting as his every word registered in my mind.

“Meera tell him to fuck off, hit him where he needed to be, don’t run like other women do, its harassment, which is happening with you, he needs to learn a lesson and if not now then maybe never” My inner voice nudged and for once I listened to her.

“Get the hell away from me, you asshole” I yelled at the top my lungs shoving him with as much strength as it was possible.

“What you thought, hearing your offer I will be putty in your hands? I will succumb to your demands? Just because of people like you women are subjugated in this society! Who do you think you are? I am not your sex toy and no woman is! We are capable enough to make our own place. In the name of gender equality you hire women, this is what gender equality means? If you can’t respect women you don’t even have any right to disrespect any women” I said and by then the whole staff was looking at him with eyes wide and radiating anger.

James, head bowed, he was ashamed of what he did and for once I was proud of my inner self for making me do the right thing. With my head held high I left, leaving all the staff members to decide what should be done next.

It’s time we all should come together and in the name of gender equality eliminate this harassment which is needed. Sexism is a social disease and the only cure is to be strong enough to stand against it….





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Trapped #short story

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….



Why are we so away from reality?

Why in our dreamscape we are so happy?

The simple answer is in our dreams we don’t judge,

We don’t expect,

Everything is so damn perfect there,

There is no kind of ambiguity there,

We smile without counting the flaws,

We experience what we want in our future,

All those things that we admire suddenly seem so close to us,

Even the moon looks unblemished,

Stars appear big and they twinkle with great amount of zest,

Only because it’s not real, we are living all these things in our dreamscape,

It is the bitter truth of our lives which is better to be accepted that being neglected…

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