When with the breaking of dawn, screams break into your room and yet people smile at it, when watching that one face scratches your heart from within every morning. When every morning, your body is stained with marks and all you can do is remember the past night, when you were violated and yet you have to live that memory every single day. When your pain is taken as pleasure, your sufferings as a satisfaction. When your tears are taken as trophies. When the world knows and yet grins at it, when your friends laugh and establish it as a victory, when your mother asks to Shhh even though knowing your breathless situation..it is then when you lose the reason to live. Imagine living with your rapist for the rest of your life. And that doesn't ends there. You are supposed to please him with all the ways you can and yet nobody appreciates the single thing that you offer because it is a packaged deal. Imagine living the dreams you once had for someone else and now another person without your consent acknowledges it. But that is just the first step. The torture story of mind, heart and soul is life long. Talking about rape is one thing but Marital Rape..well the word doesn't even exists in many cultures. Rape victims at least get candle marches and sympathies but marital rape victims are awarded by the gratification of their rapists in front of their eyes and that too for the pain they have caused to them. Talking about it will make you look like pathetic modernist but for once, let's talk about it. I must confess that I too was not sure about posting it. Although the thought clouded my head for a very long time. Being judged is something I am used to with and yet I had no courage to do it. I am neither a modernist nor a feminist. I am someone who sees through things. I hear things that I don't want. I feel the pain sidelining my own. I am terrified for I know this is the fate of most of the women around me. I am terrified that even after knowing this, I am silent, contributing in with the supporters. I am terrified that may be I am writing a similar fate of my own. I am terrified that may be someday I too will die the death before dying. (Read In Comments) (at New Delhi,india) https://www.instagram.com/fromthebleedingpen_/p/CYl4-mqF93D/?utm_medium=tumblr
