I am a married woman of 45yrs of age, married young and lived a contented life in the lap of Uttarakhand. I accept the flow and ups and downs of life. I am an ardent believer of karma in the real sense of word, ‘As I sow so shall I reap’, that’s why I always tread before I leap. Till three years back I had a drunkard husband, two sons and a daughter in love eager to get married to her lover even against everyone’s wishes.
Today, I am a widow with my widow daughter. My husband committed suicide in protest of my daughter’s wedding, my son-in-law died of high fever leaving behind my 24 yrs old daughter with 3 months old girl child in her lap.
I still adorn my bindi to ward off the evil eyes of men.
Men, who we made them, believe that we are nothing without them. Men, who we loved and nurtured, believed that they could abuse us, disrobe us at their whims and fancy. Men who gathered possessions to massage their ego and discard their women’s pride when hurt.
Men, my two boys, growing up to respect women, to know that they are fortunate to be accepted by women and knowing the difference that the men would have intimacy with anyone he can and women would accept only the one she wanted. Right to choose! They value the word ‘Mutual Consent’.
My daughter picks up a job and enrolled in a vocational course to live a dignified living to make her own choices as she grows.
She is 24, young beautiful mother, still keeps her dreams alive seen along with her deceased husband, now adorns a bindi and mangalsutra to ward off the evil eyes of the men.
