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"I met an angel once," I said, "She told me her name was Death."
|| पहला दृश्य ||
[CURTAIN RISES]
(The woman glanced down at the paper, deciphering the roles each woman had played in their time. The wronged queen, the burnt witch, the warrior princess.)
THE WITCH [panicked] : The parchment! Quick. They'll burn you like they did to me. Drag you by the hair and give you to the fiery flames! I hid my knowledge behind my eyelids and kept a low gaze in case they caught me. They think my death will save them a seat in heaven. If you carry that parchment, won't you be in trouble?
(The widow's head was shaved and covered with a white cotton veil and her body was hunched in shame, as if her husband's expiring was her blame to take.)
THE WIDOW [curious] : That's strange. They burned me to save me from hell and told me my husband's demise was a sign I deserved to lie with him on the funeral pyre. Burned me alive too, but to save me from my empty life. I was but a child when they informed me I was married! If you go around without your husband, won't you be stoned publicly?
[CURTAIN FALLS]
|| दूसरा दृश्य ||
[CURTAIN RISES]
(The snakes hissed near her marble cheeks. The eyes shimmered green from wonder. Her almond eyes and soft tone stared back at the woman in question.)
THE GORGON [rueful] : I was a priestess. A devotee who was forced upon and ripped apart by their god of the seas. I wore what a human wears and I didn't glance or seduce him. He pounced upon me in the temple, with no respect for the deity who would later curse me. Your clothes are different, you walk with your head held high. Tell me who will come to behead you as it was prophesied?
(The power licks her presence. She watches the timid souls and observes their never-ending patience. To give, give, give, give and how they gave everything they had. While she taught herself in the throne room of the monarchs how to take, take and conquer everything till the world was hers.)
THE QUEEN [assertive]: Beheading is deemed a noble way to leave this world. I was beheaded because I couldn't bear His Majesty a son. My daughter was thrown in the river and I was accused of adultery; an act that my husband committed every night, cold-heartedly. He was getting tired of hearing how I wanted to help his kingdom prosper. Perhaps, couldn't comprehend how his wife was a better monarch. Don't you have a bed to warm? Or a son in your womb?
[CURTAIN FALLS]
||तीसरा दृश्य||
[CURTAIN RISES]
(Her breath smells like burnt roses and her eyes leak the gasoline she gulped to keep herself from burning out, to keep dancing like the dying flame in the eyes which showcased your (now dished washed) love for her. Her clothes are of her choice; baggy and tight, and her hair is styled the way she wants. She's messy and she's organized and she knows her worth. She was born from a woman and she'll be her own dawn.)
THE WOMAN [unabashed] : I am a woman from the Cenozoic world. The knowledge lives on the tip of my fingers. I am not burned for possessing it, I incinerate the one's who dare to touch.
I wasn't flagged when my husband died, nor did I let them set me ablaze on his pyre. I have the freedom to dress how I like and allow myself to love who I want and fulfill my desires. Men are still vicious and rotten from within. but I wasn't cursed by the one I worshipped.
I write my prophecies and destinies. Your husband is your god, they say, but I was created in the womb of a woman. I consider him my equal. and if I don't want a child then I make the choice, if I marry a man then I expect him to be respectful.
I can leave him if we fall out of love, and find myself someone I adore. We're still fighting every day against violence but we've come a long way, we rule the industries and conquer the journey. It's twice more effort than a man's but we're building our empires.
[CURTAIN FALLS]
a/n:
inspired by something bubblewrap1009 had said long time ago. thank you for the torture.
