Happiness and Love

If you ever read Jane Austen, who by the way is the greatest novelist of romantic fiction, you will realize what ruined generation after generation of women all over the world. I first read Jane Austen when I was fourteen. You know what teenage girls are like. They are impressionable and gullible. I read a lot of other books before I read “Pride and Prejudice” but “Pride and Prejudice” touched me in the hidden corners of my heart no other book ever did, and don’t even get me started on “Tess of D’Urbervilles”.

The journey - 1

Raahi walked towards the bus stop, her heart pounding in her ears, making her gulp several times in fear. A narrow lonely road is no place for a woman to be in these parts, especially after dark. She finally walked out of her life with a man that loved his work more than he loved his mistress in town. She had no place in his heart, let alone his life. She decided to walk away from that house and that life of waking up every day to empty halls and servants that pitied her more than they respected her. When she finally realized she was descending a bottomless valley of soulless existence, she left.

The destination

As the massive gates closed behind me, I realized that I had no place to go. The nearest hotel was five kilometers away and no taxis passed by the house after 7 PM. It was 2 minutes past midnight and I was as drunk as I could be. I had decided to move out and packed in frenzy lest my courage desert me. As the full extent of this move began to dawn on me, I considered going back to the comfort of familiarity. If I went back now, none would be the wiser except of course the home automation system and no body checks those records anyway since it has intruder alerts and alerts when new users are added.

The girl child

In the recent years, there has been a hue and cry about respecting and protecting women. There were numerous articles, photos, tweets, videos, and facebook posts all over the country. Men and women expressed several opinions, got involved in various controversies, abused others, got abused by others, some were publicly shamed and some shamed them all! All the while I wondered, had it not been for the social media, would 90 percent of these people have even thought about that rape, or this child abuse after they folded the newspaper. I still don't know. What I do know, is that sitting on a comfortable couch and writing about it or exhibiting outrage and anguish, much like what I am doing right now is never going to help.