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Courage

womenThe lawyer showed the judge her earlier snaps. A beautiful and confident young lady the snaps portrayed. The girl in the snap was standing in front of him.
Speechless she stood. They spoke everything. The Cuts on her hands. The Bruises on her beautiful slender frame
Uneven blemish and white complexion.The Swelling under her eyes. Burnt cigarette marks on her face
She dint needed any proof to prove she was a victim of domestic violence.
Thought of ending this suffering penetrated her mind the day when he slapped her repeatedly for throwing his wine bottles. She was always conquered with fear. It took her a while to realize:
“You don’t need people, arms, ammunition in battle of life
but you need hell lot of courage to stand against the wrong”

A Tiny Thing

There it lay on mirror. Silent. Calm, yet sparkling and beautiful as if it was meant to be there. It added more and more beauty to the Owner who recklessly or may be unknowingly left it there. It competed with sparkles of her bangles those were busy in competing with the chords of guitar to make melodious noise. It competed with sparkles on the Lehenga she wore that stopped shining when the light effect faded away. The tiny thing did its job perfectly. It was as slender as her body frame and as bright as her face. It distinguished her from the other girls at wedding.

After the wedding was over she washed her face and hurried to be home. But left it behind. May be for me. To relive the moments, to relive her aura, to relive the noise of her bangles, to relieve her smile. So what if it is a tiny thing, so what even if the remaining thing is a little ‘bindi’ from her forehead.

Our foolish heart are searching for life in tiny fragments objects while ignoring the living being itself. Emotional ties hold on to bits and pieces of one’s belongings but failing to express emotions to person themselves.

bindi

PS: post is inspired bcoz of my Mom, who visited me recently and left her Bindi on the wash basin mirror.