"I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn."
- Anne Frank
It wasn't just simply said, "A pen is mightier than sword." As the writers hold their pens, they don't just write. They create a whole new world. A wor...
Written by polymath_land Winner: The WARRIORS OF INK Contest - SET 1 (Category: 0-2 years)
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"A Withered Rose A Broken Promise
These are enough to make someone more than insecure about marriage, a lovely and sacred relationship.”
Adina, a 25-year-old Artist does believe in a PURE marriage. A true and spiritual relationship that doesn't exist anymore, according to her. At least in and around her surroundings. Which means she is a kind of misogamist. As a child, the art she harboured as a hobby was not exactly the reason why she drew such a portrait. As soon as she did, she had to undergo therapies. What is the portrait that she had drawn? Why did she have to undergo therapies?
As she healed, she only wanted a guy who respects a woman irrespective of her work or attitude; making her not exactly a misogamist. However, she is and became one of the misogamists.
The reason is a single rose and the single promise behind her 'misos' towards 'gamos'. By which, she fitted to be one of those 'Withered Rose.'
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WITHERED ROSE
I peered at the portrait I have drawn years ago. It was the incident that was etched at the back of my mind. I was 10-year-old when I had to witness my elder cousin getting molested. I tried helping her, screamed at him to leave her not knowing what he was doing exactly. He didn't, instead held me captive. I still remember my cousin crying out for help and I couldn't do anything. I still remember how I had to give a witness statement against devil standing in the court. My cousin got justice as soon as I escaped somehow and started screaming at the people in the party hall. I got the help and we were able to catch the so-called-fiancee red-handed. I used to paint the event as it keeps moving in front of my eyes. And that's when I had to go to psychiatric. I had to undergo therapies. And now, the event no more disturbs me, no more gives a nightmare. But, it left a great impact on my mind, my heart and my soul. If he had respect towards woman, would he have done that heinous act? I'm insecure about a relationship with a guy. I have never seen a man respect woman in my whole life, exceptional is there. I just saw judging women, if they wear saree, they are virgin. If they don't, they aren't. That doesn't mean, the world has no more gentleman. I discarded the painting to a corner, pushing the memory at the back of my mind.
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"Adina," I heard my mother call out for me. I'm busy making a new painting of a pregnant woman. Yeah! I'm an Artist. My hobby became my career. If not in my Atelier, I'll be busy in my room, with the paintings. The number of ideas I get; a brush, canvas and paints are enough to get the inklings out of my head. Putting them aside, I went outside.
