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RABYA

"Where?" I asked, not being able to hide my suprise.

"My friends are getting married- If you're comfortable.."

"I'll come." Besides I want to breathe a fresh air out of these four walls.

He nodded.

I bite on my lips and and thought of asking him if Agastya Singhania will be there too but then I didn't.

I get ready wearing a maroon Saree and gold jewelleries. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but despise my clothing. I don't want to wear the clothes and heavy jewelleries as if I belong to nineteenth century.

Biting on my lips, I covered my face with veil and followed Adhrit outside of the house. My stomach churned when I saw married women either old or young with a long veil reaching their neck. How these people breathe?

And God forbid if anyone tells me that it's in our coustom and tradition.

When I settled inside the car, I removed my veil and leaned against the car seat to let the sweat from my face evaporate into air.

"Here." Adhrit passed me the water bottle which I took gladly from him.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded, gulping down the water in one go.

"What do you think, why women need to follow Purdah system? I questioned.

"I don't know, Rabya." He replied.

"Offcourse you don't. After all it's not you who have to cover his face all the time." I snickered.

I clicked my tongue in regret and turned my face to him. "I wasn't blaming you-It's just that this thing keeps running on my mind."

"I didn't make the rules. These things are going on from generations. When I was young, I never liked my mother to be in veil because it made her uncomfortable to do the housechores. She often got rashes on her neck while cooking the food in summers. This one time, I asked her why don't she remove it to which she said that she can't because it's part of her identity. I never understood her." He said.

I scurried my eyebrows. "Is this why you bought me sweatpants?"

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Nevermind." I turned my face to the window.

This is weird. Why I'm feeling uneasy? Why I'm feeling bad for him? But he was just a child. I wonder what might've gone through his mind when he saw his mother in discomfort?

Last night when he said to me that my father might be proud of me. Part of me itched to tell him the truth that my father didn't commit suicide rather I was the reason for his death. What would've Adhrit said then? His earlier sentence must've then changed with disgust in his eyes for me.

Stop, please don't start crying, Rabya.

I shook my head. "This isn't part of our culture. You know, from IVC sites, a bronze sculpture of dancing girl had been discovered. She didn't wear veil even during prehistoric time. During early Vedic society, women had freedom to choose their own partner, to get education, they were treated with respect but then with the onset of patriarchy, women position in the society detriment." I paused. "Sorry, I'm blabbering too much."