Aaradhya
“Why we do kanya puja papa”? I asked him.
“Because women are considered as a form of goddess” he tells me stroking my hair.
“Goddess how so”? I asked him.
“Tumhara naam aaradhya nahi jigyasa rakhna chahiye tha sawal hi khatam nahi hote tumhare” he spoke getting tired with my questions.
“We should have named you jigyasya instead of aaradhya since your questions and curiosity never ends”
“Papa please batao na” I say.
“Papa please tell me”
He looks in a deep thought before he replies me.
“Women are goddesses because they cry oceans and still don’t drown”
“Now go sit with the other girls and wait for your gift after the food ritual is done” he told making me smile.
“Mujhe woh purple wali watch and pink wala hairband hi dena” I tell him.
“I need that purple watch and pink hairband only”
“Haa meri maa wahi denge tujhe ab jaldi jaa” he ushers me with his hands.
“Yes we will give you that one only now go fast”
“Am I not a goddess”? I ask myself hugging my mamma and papas photo.
I miss them so much today.
“I didn’t cry for you when you died does that make me a bad person”? I ask them.
“But I didn’t cry today too maybe because I knew it was my fault”? I speak to myself.
I have had my moments with my parents specially my dad but his behavior was so confusing I rarely remembered any good memories with him.
Today I do.
I miss my parents.
After we reached our apartment no one came to ask me how I am coping up with this.
How am I feeling?
They didn’t even console me.
Maybe they blame me too.
Kunal helped me with my medicines and left for his work and di went straight in her room after we returned from hospital.
Why does everyone leave me when I need them the most?
Mamma papa do you blame me too?
Do you hate me too?
Like the rest of the world.
I didn’t even go to office today.
I don’t feel like working anymore.
I don’t want to face anyone anymore.
I am tired.
I hug my pillow and try to sleep to avoid these thoughts.
But I am not able to sleep because whenever I close my eyes his face and my helpless state comes in my mind.
I get up and walk to my balcony but as soon as the cold breeze hits my skin I close the balcony door and walk back to my bed.
Finally I feel my eyes dropping and much to my relief I can sleep without seeing anyone in my sleep.
I was in a deep slumber when a knock on my door disturbs me.
“What is it”? I ask still not willing to get up from my bed.
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Romance"Women are weak very weak creatures" he articulates his voice cold and raspy a strange cockiness adorning it. "Like a glass crystal feeble and translucent" One flick and its over for them. Was he wrong? Yes Did he care? No "I will break you so...
