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Voicing Silence 7

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

A quick tale 185

When her knees buckled and she sat down on the pavement

Finally, all it took was a jar of mango pickle. Let me take you back eight months. To when she first received news of her admission to that university abroad. Boy, was she thrilled! To be rid of this claustrophobic society. And its insanely archaic rules for women. She was no longer answerable to anyone. She could do as she pleased. Wear what she wanted. Go where she wished. And if she was lucky, she would even find a man. Fall in love. Kiss him in public. No more worrying about her dad finding out. No more lying about 'combined studies' at her best friend's house. A vision of paradise rolled out in front of her. And she could barely wait to get started.

She cheerfully waved them goodbye. Sentimental fools. Look at them waving back while wiping their noses on their sleeves. And just like that, she was away. The new country was everything she had dreamed of. The stubbornly huge cars, the aching tall buildings, the painfully polite people. Would she wake up one day and find the whole thing a dream? she often wondered. Until one day, as she walked back from class, when she saw displayed on the shelf of a grocery store, a jar of mango pickle. Her knees gave away. She sat down on the pavement and started to weep quietly

8 comments:

s said...

that hits home! well written as always.

venky said...

hey well written . every1 learn lessons the hard way

InTeGeR said...

Few words but you conveyed a big message. Nice one... :)

Shyam said...

Loved this, A!

Rupa said...

that went straight into the heart! :)Lovely!

Dushti said...

Awesome !

shub said...

wow.

Harini Sridharan said...

Oh my God! For one, it was highly articulate, and two, I could have well been the protagonist!