All my married life, I did everything I was taught. I accepted the new life and everything it came with, until that one night...
All my married life, I did everything I was taught. I accepted the new life and everything it came with, until that one night…
When my marriage with you was fixed,
My family started teaching me so many things,
that I need to take care of you and your family
and that I need to think of others before mine.
So, promising my mother to be a good daughter-in-law and wife,
I headed forward and gladly accepted a new life full of daily strife.
And I struggled day and night
cooking, rinsing plates and washing clothes dedicatedly to make them look bright.
I didn’t complain despite being completely exhausted
as I had with me my self-respect
which motivated me to carry on though I was not perfect.
My Amma had told me not to fight
but had never taught me to undergo torture and the suffering being inflicted upon me in the darkest hours of the night.
That day you crossed all your limits
by showing me your patriarchal might.
It was not just a slap
but the murder of my identity and self-respect.
Picture credits: Still from Bollywood movie Thappad
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