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When the marriage itself has no more meaning, when there is abuse and gaslighting in the relationship, what does a nuptial chain matter?
My nuptial chain has rusted, bearing upon it the dust of by-gone winds, and customs might. It has crumbled under the heavy love of age old boundries and worn-out caresses of tradition might.
My nuptial chain has rusted, corroding my heart’s love and choking away my voice, it has now become a round halter on a lifeless goat.
My nuptial chain has rusted, distancing my neck from the hands that made me wear it , it has broken me away from the world and the over-world , and confined me to the nuptial bed.
My nuptial chain has rusted, clinging around my neck like a death-killing rope that has sucked my life-force out, I no longer live, i only breathe.
My nuptial chain has rusted, leaving me alone on a river-less shore, it has now turned black from centuries of oppression, a fading testimony to a fading fate.
My nuptial chain has rusted , clutching my emotions, shattering my dreams, it has now turned blue and black and black and red, displaying the many-hued blows of torturous affection.
My nuptial chain has rusted, Clogging me down behind the mind and soul, it has born me away from God and man, into a shapeless existence.
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Isha is a 18 year old student of English Honors in Christ University. An aspiring poetess, a blundering writer and a hopelessly old school romantic, Isha, decidedly in love with English, Maddhava and all things read more...
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Women today don’t want to be in a partnership that complicates their lives further. They need an equal partner with whom they can figure out life as a team, playing by each other’s strengths.
We all are familiar with that one annoying aunty who is more interested in our marital status than in the dessert counter at a wedding. But these aunties have somehow become obsolete now. Now they are replaced by men we have in our lives. Friends, family, and even work colleagues. It’s the men who are worried about why we are not saying yes to one among their clans. What is wrong with us? Aren’t we scared of dying alone? Like them?
A recent interaction with a guy friend of mine turned sour when he lectured me about how I would regret not getting married at the right time. He lectured that every event in our lives needs to be completed within a certain timeframe set by society else we are doomed. I wasn’t angry. I was just disappointed to realize that annoying aunties are rapidly doubling in our society. And they don’t just appear at weddings or family functions anymore. They are everywhere. They are the real pandemic.
Let’s examine this a little closer.
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