The game

Sometimes some things just happen. Whether for good or bad one can’t tell but when that enmeshed moment gets over and someday when you are alone, pondering over so as to what you have done so far, that moment, that memory reverts and along with it comes the angst, the insensibility, the fake ideals and dogmas which one consumes as oxygen throughout their lives. Taashi was one such person among the millions to have experienced such a horrible thing. For long she have been avoiding the voices coming from behind the door but the point was what possibly she could have done under such circumstances where everyone shared a common parenthood – the eternal couple of “pride” and “prejudice”.

She remembered the day when the voice behind that door got boisterous enough to make a child cry and to fill all orthodox males with their pride. Pride, of their manhood, of their bravery and what not! However, Taashi thought of it as a game. A game diligently framed. She was hoping for it to end soon as the game had already caused enough blue marks on someone’s skin. Taashi always thought that why does that woman have to play such a painful game? Moreover, why is it that there are no rules for her husband to follow? Whatever it was, it made Taashi cry and cry for so long! This continued for many years and all these years filled Taashi with an unknown frustration towards many things. One of which was marriage.

As years passed, Taashi grew. She grew with a different air. Whatever it was that made her different changed her entire world. She did not had that casual life or those casual friends who always pokes their nose in others business. She was too busy with her mind that she completely forgot about her nose! Anyways things never went smooth for her. She became one of those whose thinking never mirrored others thought. Whenever she saw a married woman she only remembered that brutal game and the very thought of that game makes her sick. The unwanted pride of her husband and unjustified prejudice of society left a brutal painting in her mind, which still bothers her.


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