I Express

It was 3:37 a.m. She re-checked her phone. Her message was still unseen. A tear rolled down her cheek. It was raining heavily. She could hear the harsh wind and the rain-drops hitting the roof. She went out and let the water prick her skin. It pained. But this pain was overlapping the prior. She lost the count of her tears. She missed the ones she had left behind. She missed the care she used to receive. The pampering. She missed how her carelessness was ignored and she was reciprocated with love. It was that evening that he told her   'We will Skype soon.'   She jumped with excitement. Helped her grandmother with all her work. But time just didn't pass! She went for bath. She bathed for long, sang along. Wore her best. Wore makeup.  She did not take her dinner. She was too excited to eat.  Then, she grabbed her phone. She had a message. ' Lol.   It takes u that long' She replies 'My Wifi is not working. I badly wanna Skype.' Of course! Y

A part of this is inspired by 'A Thousand Splendid Suns' by Khaled Hosseini. He sat on his couch, sipping his coffee, his gaze fixed on the screen. She had to sweep the floor in that arctic biting cold and prepare him one more cappuccino thereafter. Why? She wasn't a Man. She went out with him and stood behind as he shook hands with men and hugged their wives. Through that mesh screen of her burqa , she could smell smoke coming out of the cigarettes, the women with long, black painted nails, held. She could not even dare to think of imitating them. Why? She wasn't a Man. He forced himself upon her to pleasure himself. She resisted but to no avail. Helpless, she went for justice just to discover_Rape is the only crime where the victim becomes the accused. She faced rejection by her society. Why? She wasn't a Man. He bunked his school everyday and gradually became a chain smoker. She was told to discontinue her education and do the household chor

I have a calendar of quotes. One of the quote says, 'The Hardest thing in a task is to begin it!' This is not the case with me though. The thing which is hard for me is to continue with my work. I have around seven drafts here in my blog. Why? Because I want to listen to some songs first! Have some more sleep. Play badminton. Watch Discovery. Order Pizza. Have late night calls with my best of friends, including mom. Open 34712329 tabs at the same time and still do nothing. Check my Facebook every 5 minutes though I know there is nothing in it. Change my Whatsapp pic and status after every 12 hours. Click myself. Play with my hair. Sing songs. Play Guitar. Play Harmonium. And, yes, Dance! After all this I get so tired that I go off to sleep again! WOW. Before sleeping I always tell myself _ 'You are definitely goin to write a post tomorrow. You'll get up early. Do some meditation. Plan things and execute them accordingly.' And how things actually happen_As if it i