Hi, Ankita here.
Will you please tolerate me for just two minutes, dear?
It is because I just want to exchange some words with you.
No, I do have friends, but they are really very few.
Well, let me brief it down and start from the first,
because I feel that's the only way to quench your thirst.
Thirst that your eyes will be showing when I will start the conversation,
and promise me that all the emotions you ran through, will get a definite mention.
Okay, so it started two years back when winter hit my state,
and how coincidental is that, that was the same time vermilion hit my fate.
Followed by some red splashes in between my thighs, or you can say in between my legs,
well everything does not go according to plan, doesn't matter how much a person begs.
Yes, I did beg for love sometime,
but did not force my husband when he showed disinterest.
Then why he didn't repay me with the same gesture, when I too needed some rest?
Yes, I know couples do fight sometime.
But does that mean he will invade my body during my periods, or make my body rhyme,
with his? Because that's what he does,
and because I am a wife, I don't make a fuss.
In the last two years, he showed his love several times,
or should I say he showed his love to my vagina, if that at least rhymes,
with my emotion,
which is way better
than wetting my cushions.
Though for few minutes I used to be happy, for not having any pads there,
because those were the only time he was on me, and I was just lying bare.
Though I did protest yesterday,
because I felt that was my right.
Because his love was not very romantic but was more of a fight.
Fight with the body, which I already sold to him, at the time of my marriage,
he didn't even bother once, resulting in one of my miscarriage.
How ironcial is that after the protest, he burnt the same vagina which was once his life,
as because I am already dead now,
can you please pass this letter to another wife?
...Oh yes, thank you for listening to my last words!
~Debojit Chakraborty
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