It was a drowsy night in one of those intense summer days. Not a single leaf was moving , not a single drop of water being left unabsorbed by the merciless land. The Wayward dog sat impatient ,hanging his tongue . She was along walking past the late evening Broadway. When the uptown restaurants glow with bright faces, looking very happy long past the “HAPPY HOURS”.
She was alone , without a family , unhappy , single , unmarried and pregnant .
6th month, the time when the husbands go Insane about their wives wellbeing. When even the most ruthless project manager comes ahead and asks the workaholic lady to apply for a leave. When the wicked mother-in-law becomes all cared and concerned. Every neighbor drops over for a “ hello” and bucket full of pregnancy and post child birth tips .
She was alone.
Walking past the untraded streets. Once in a while being showered with wishes and signs of concerns by a lady sitting next to her while commuting or someone helping her step down the metro in the city that never sleeps .
No she is not an escort or a pro who was not careful with her clients. Neither is her case is of a relationship gone wrong.
No! not a divorcee.
She ,most probably if you go by family naming customs is carrying her own niece/nephew.
Yes! You must hate me for my imagination. May be you are calling me an uptown amateur writer who has crossed all her limits to gain attention and prominence. But somewhere deep within you know what I am talking about.
A prominent article in a leading newspaper (Business Standard) has shown that somewhere Indians are highly obsessed with having physical relation within the family boundaries. No don’t be shocked . Don’t you do “Oh My God” and “heaven Have mercy” everyday with your morning newspaper?
And history has witness where (mostly in southern India) girls get married to their uncles so that whatever dowry went out with the mother , eventually comes back with the daughter.
Yes! It happens.
Girls get married to multiple brothers at the same time to prevent property and land distribution. In places like Haryana and Madhya Pradesh where people highly talk about honor killings and khayp panchayat and similar big high flowing words have the maximum cases of incest where father –in –law gets involved with their daughter-in –law.
You want to sue me for this statement read “times of India” dated 28-08-2010.
The girl I have portrayed in my story is a fictitious character. And atleast I have the courtesy of giving her an independent and working woman status.
But I reality such women who carries illegitimate children are killed , or rather brutally murdered sometime by the same people who has once devoured on them .
We talk about sensitizing issues , arousing humanity in men to respect women. I would rather ask men to learn to respect women within their household first , that will eventually go a long way to make then learn humanity.
How can we expect a country to be safe , if we let rapists grow at home!