• she_wrote 6w

    I need my own God .
    I need my own God who bleed profusely ,
    To my mother's shock, my whining could be heard by neighbours around.
    I saw neighbourhood aunty closing the door of her balcony when I demanded my mother about the God who bleeds profusely.
    It wasn't just a demand ,
    I wanted him to realise I genuinely craved for strength when the period was unbearable and my scarlet heart diminished with each passing moment on "those days".
    When it first began ,
    I was told that it was like "signing in" in the world of Womanhood
    Just like Facebook ,
    Wish I had knows it does comes with creeps like cramps and orthodox beliefs
    Once
    I heard my aunt say, "we are women , our spirit of womanhood can endure anything life throws at us".
    I wanted to ask, didn't it hurt her spirit to sleep in isolated hut in the farm and endure everything in seclusion?
    Strange enough ,
    My thoughts wander off to Panchal Kumari
    Who bled profusely when she was dragged to the court of men,
    She was the queen, slave they called her , whore it sound to many
    But she was human, vulnerable before those who humiliated her womanhood
    I wanted to ask was she also expected to endure anything?
    Maybe!
    Maybe she didn't endure and her vengeance led to the end of an entire Yug.
    Back to present
    My voice was loud and clear
    I wanted my own God
    So, to calm my senses
    Mother told me about the bleeding Goddess in Assam,
    The Scarlet fluid didn't hurt anyone till now
    Mighty men bow before her , no hesitation it seems to me then
    Even grandfather has paid a visit to her in his youth
    Yet my mind had still managed to confuse
    Then why men of the family abhorred the blood , stained or not it still hurt their pride
    My thoughts wandered off yet again
    I couldn't understand what mother tried to make me believe
    Was she telling me am I the goddess?
    Or was it my womanhood so strong that it could end this Yuga?


    I left the thought and prayed that day
    I asked the cosmos for a god of my own , who knew of moon cycle and extend its blessing on those women who were expected to endure everything in the name of shared womanhood.

    ©She_wrote
    Kanchan Balodi

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    I heard my aunt say, "We are women, our spirit of womanhood can endure anything life throws at us".
    I wanted to ask, Didn't it hurt her spirit to sleep in isolated hut in the farm and endure everything in seclusion?

    ©she_wrote
    Kanchan Balodi