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A woman within the four walls of a house, afraid at all times of the abuser coming back to torment her... what would be her state of mind?
Trigger Warning: This deals with violence against women and may be triggering to survivors.
Some days the halls of my abandoned castle rattle with shouts
Shouts of humans who used to live there
Some days I have the courage to peep through the keyhole
Hoping I don’t find any shadows catching up to me
Some days it’s easy to hide beneath those torn apart bed sheets
Watching my breath form dreamy mists in my make-believe world
Some days they find my hiding space
Drag me by my hair while I numb myself
Some days it’s easier to imagine my feet while I’m being dragged are just enjoying ballet
Spotlight blinding me in the dark hallways
Some days the tints are too loud for a temporary escape
Those days I’m painting the hallways with my feet, smiling, ready to drown…
Tiptoes and glossy eyes.
Image source: a still from short film Anamika/ Pocket Films
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He said that he needed sometime to himself. I waited for him as any other woman would have done, and I gave him his space, I didn't want to be the clingy one.
Trigger Warning: This deals with mental trauma and depression, and may be triggering for survivors.
I am someone who believes in honesty and trust, I trust people easily and I think most of the times this habit of mine turns into bane.
This is a story of how a matrimonial website service turned into a nightmare for me, already traumatized by the two relationships I’ve had. It’s a story for every woman who lives her life on the principles of honesty and trust.
And when she enters the bedroom, she sees her husband's towel lying on the bed, his underwear thrown about in their bathroom. She rolls her eyes, sighs and picks it up to put in the laundry bag.
Vasudha, age 28 – is an excellent dancer, writer, podcaster and a mandala artist. She is talented young woman, a go getter and wouldn’t bat an eyelid if she had to try anything new. She would go head on with it. Everyone knew Vasudha as this cheerful and pretty young lady.
Except when marriage changed everything she knew. Since she was always outdoors, whether for office or for travelling for her dance shows, Vasudha didn’t know how to cook well.
Going by her in-laws definition of cooking – she had to know how to cook any dishes they mentioned. Till then Vasudha didn’t know that learning to cook was similar to getting an educational qualification. As soon as she entered the household after her engagement, nobody was interested what she excelled at, everybody wanted to know – what dishes she knew how to cook.