AN INDIAN WOMAN
she was sitting on the grass lost in thought.suddenly she heard a whimper.when she searched the source she saw a cute little baby girl staring at her.she slowly walk towards the baby with conscious steps.On seeing her near , the baby broke into sobs.the lady cooes at the baby and engulfs her into a hug.the baby though initially uncomfortable later gives into the hug and hides her face into crook of the woman's neck.
The woman asks" what's your name?how old are you? how did you die?"then as if remembering something she slaps her head and says"I'm sorry I was a bit distracted.I know you can't talk , you seems to be about six months old,and since you are here you must have been raped and murdered.". the baby has a questioning gaze,to which the woman smiles and replies"everyone here are victims of rape or molestation and died or killed. What is this place is unknown to us, some called it afterlife. Whatever it is this is heaven to us since we won't feel pain here. well;I forgot to introduce myself ,I am sunitha and I will call you pari.from your looks I think you too is from India.even if you are not from there let me tell you india is an amazing country who is very considerate to woman.if you are an Indian and is assaulted you will loose your identity." pari made a confusing face and sunitha pinches her cheek and continues"when we are born we will be give a name.your name, community, sex,age all those things only matters during elections.afterall it should be ensured that there is no fraud else the political dynamics will be changed.but once you are raped or molested the government being considerate doesn't allow our name to be published . From then on you will be called as the woman or victim and become another fish in the common pool of all those were assaulted till date. Not only this way they retains the reputation of the victims family in the society , but also it relieves the officials ,the media and the people of the nation from the hassle of remembering the name and other details of the so called victim. after all it's not a single person one day but many from different part of the nation who is raped daily.the only difference is the time .so pari since you are a baby ,I'll tell you about what it is like to be a woman in india through my life.I was the third born of my parents and their second daughter.by the time i was born my elder sister was married off to another village.I was allowed to go to school till I reached the age of ten.After that I was taught by my ma and the other elder ladies in the village on how to be a good wife, how to take care of the household,how to please my in-laws. I was made to sit in house and learn cooking when my brother went to school and later to play.oh ! how I yearned to be in his place.when I was twelve years my parents found me a husband who was 20 years of age.Before I could comprehend anything,I was married of to a stranger,and was returning to his village wearing a saree for the first time.Later after my gruhapravesh ceremony I started feeling immense pain in my abdomen and there were drops of blood where I stood.immediately the air in the house changed .my mother in law forced me out of the house with another woman to a hut outside the village.I didn't know what was happening ,I cried and plead the woman with me to take me back.but she left me with little cereals to cook and left me to fend for myself. this was how I came to know about menstruation;, through pain,helplessness, fear and exhaustion. by the fifth day my husband came and took me home.At night he asked me to lay on the bed and what happened next was a nightmare.I cried in pain and fear,while my husband found his pleasure in my cries.once he found his release, he slept leaving a vulnerable and broken me.this was how I was welcomed into being a woman from a girl.Now pari ,you may doubt that wasn't this what happened to us and called rape.but that is the beauty of our nation.there is no such thing as a marital rape.the husband have full right over his wife's body with or without her consent. woman is made to please them when they feel the urge and her mental or physical condition is irrelevant.if you deny your husband you will be subjected to harsh words from other woman.I think these conditions are different in big cities of India but in villages you don't have option.I gave birth to two baby boys when I was thirteen and sixteen year old and went through three abortions even without my knowledge.my mother in law gave the abortifacient in my food.she called me a a bad omen for carrying a girl child.Afterall dowry should be given to a man for taking our daughters from us as his slave; killing their dreams ,innocence and hope.After three years I came across my husband coming out from the widow's house who is a prostitute made by the society after the demise of her husband. I went to her house and questioned my husband ;for which I was publically humiliated and assaulted . Later the chief of the village came there and banished me from the village as I spoke to the widow which apparently woman from good culture should not have done.when my mother in law came to know about this,she insulted me and Said that it was my fault as I shouldn't have questioned him.men who daily eats khichdi from home is entitled to have a different thing once a while.woman is the greatest enemy of another woman.I still don't understand what is the mistake of that woman when she is made a prostitute by the society and made as an untouchable thing when the men who go to her are right.me and my sons moved out of my village and settled outside the boundary.my husband went in search of job in city leaving me and my kids.after few months ,we were sleeping at night; four to five people broke in to my home which is a collapsing sedans took me out after beating my kids.the threw me into a ditchand raped me.No one heard my cries .I was brutally raped by all those men and once I was close to death they left me.With great difficulty I reached my home covering my bloodied self in the remaining pieces of cloth that was left.My children were beaten blue and black .I collected my nearly collapsing body and dragged myself to the village.Before I could understand what was happening I was carried to the temple pond by my rapists and was burned alive.Later when I reached here and was looking to what was happening in india, I saw some people telling that woman are raped due to wearing provocative dresses.But what I couldn't understand was how wearing a saree even covering my face be provocative,since saree is worn by majority of Indian?.How come whatever happens around it is always woman's fault.?why the rate of rapes and molestations higher in India when ours is the biggest democracy in the world.? you know what pari I'm afraid of my sons,about how they will grow and turn out to. will they respect woman and be a true man or will they be the reason for a woman's tears? "she stopped and looked into the innocent eyes of pari who is digging herself more into the crook of her neck.
sunitha said" pari if you are again send to earth, ask God or whoever is doing the process to send you as a boy and not a girl.this world is hostile for woman.human are moving backwards in evolution scale.man came from apes a and is going back to a dog,who breed with any female even if his mother.but lack all the other qualities of dog like compassion , love and care.or pari ask to be send to rich parents where you will have the opportunity to be what you want.my advice to you is to not trust anyone other than yourself. try to make it a better place for me if I am to be reborn as a girl....