I have been a fun-loving stylish girl, who was updated, envied, desired.
My father was the revered businessman and mom an admired host, Daughter, and daughter in law, We had guests rolling in and out of my house. We partied danced attended Jazz to bhajan with the same interest. I witnessed a beautiful chemistry between my parents. He worked, mom spent, he drove Mercedes, mom wore diamonds, he earned, mom ruled. I was born of richness, smelt of wealth, lived in prosperity. I knew no other life other than wealth, love, care and share. I was transparent and clear.
I was married to a handsome boy from even richer background in a posh colony. I went with no fantasy no fear no burden I was free and ready to begin a new life, my marriage.
Wow! What a palace reeking of opulence. Magnificent garden, stuffed tigers welcoming to the house full of artifacts across the globe, paintings displaying family lineage, and a string of servants bowing down as you walk across. My bedroom was big and breathtaking and the wardrobe ran long wide and high with all the brands’ jewelry, watches, saarees to LBDs and the shoes I never saw before. My friends went berserk. I was fine, somehow nothing shifted me. I was surprised that I was not in awe.
And life started unfolding. The men were busy, would return late, we women attended kitty parties, conferences, lunches, and exhibitions. We waited for dinner, spoke minimum and retired to our rooms. It was almost six months now, my husband didn’t share more than our duties and formalities. He seemed to be always busy, on mobile, on the laptop, on TV. By now I knew his tastes in clothes, in food, and the belts and shoes which he was extremely fond of. I waited for him, I would wake up before him, slept after him, and now carried his baby too.
I was blessed with twins, a boy and a girl who became my world.
Today, after 10 years of my marriage, I am a loner and not waiting for my husband anymore. I don’t ask him anything. I asked him once, he ignored, I asked him where did he go out every now and then, he slapped me, I threatened him to disclose to friends and family, he opened his belt and beat me up. I shouted and cried, no one heard me.
I wanted the separation, contacted a lawyer, gathered that I had nothing on my name, no money, no security, nothing except the dead ornaments. I sold a few. I shared with my parents, they were shocked. They warned him, threatened his family reputation. He refused to improve or part. He denied any financial help. He declined all allegations. He is the’ name’.
I am here, caged, blocked and controlled until my kids are 18.
Am I the only one or is it ‘ me too’?
