Clock strikes One


************************PROLOGUE

“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.” (Lance Armstrong)

Seema was trying to wear all the bangles at one go. One sparkling red bangle broke and the glass scratched her palm, blood came out and she covered it tightly with her other hand. She was scared of messing her heavy Kanjeevaram silk saree. She gave herself a final look in the mirror and guessed something wasn’t right. She quickly opened her sindoor daani and smeared a long streak of her new found status of being married.

Seema was trying to comfort herself in the lonely night on her fragrant bed. Strings of flowers and rose petals and a glass of milk looked new thing to her for her sleep. She was scared as it was her first time. She kept resting her small face on her knees and her hands tightly gripping her muscular legs.

Seema was trying to clean the dinner ware before she could wash the clothes. One sparkling glass slipped out of her hand and scratched her palm, blood came out and she continued washing the plates letting the blood drip along the cold tap water. She was scared of messing the expensive Chinaware. She gave a quick look at the wash basin and knew something was wrong. She quickly opened the pan on the stove and found nothing left to eat.

Seema was waiting whole night before he could come. The clock striked one and she knew something wasn’t right. She looked at the clock and then at the door. She quickly opened the door and removed the shoes and glasses and helped him lie on the bed. She kept ignoring the howlings and covered him with the warm blanket.

Seema was tired and sullen. She felt dizzy and puked a lot. She was waiting again for the clock to strike One. She opened the door. She helped him walk to the bed. He kept howling and took her by a sharp grip and started kissing her with rivulet of saliva flowing down her cheeks and neck. She tried to withdraw as always but he kept digging his iron hands in her soft arm. He kept kissing her and biting her making it difficult to breathe. He threw her on the floor and rode her frivolous frame and kept pouncing her. She wanted to escape but his heaviness didn’t allow her. She closed her eyes tightly and pushed him hard on his hairy chest. He hitted the bed and kept swearing. She tried to move up and he pulled her from her leg.

Seema was pregnant for 9 weeks. Not anymore. He took her back home after filling the discharge papers. She curled herself in the bed and tried to sleep to forget the pain. She got up and looked at the clock-she knew she slept too long. It striked one and she heard the door lock opened. He came in and swaggered his way to the bed. He smiled at her-first time maybe. He hugged her and slowly caressed her back. The caressing reached her lower back and tried to gain an illegitimate access under her clothes. The caressing gave way to lots of finger digging inside her paining flesh. He kept pressing her under his heavy frame making her invisible underneath him. She didn’t retaliate. She kept lying like a dead doll and allowed him to do his daily business. He gave a loud moan and moved quickly to his side of the bed. He dozed off immediately ceasing any clue of her existence ever in the bed.

Seema was looking at his face and the sunray falling on his bearded face. She wished for a second if the sunray could cut through his ugly face or burn him to hell. She wished if the wind could come so strong on him and throw him away in some kind of slaughter house. She wanted strongly to see him inflicted with pain. She took the pillow.

Seema was a young widow. She looked at his smiling face in the photo and how the incense smoke covered his evil side. She removed her sindoor and smiled first time ever since her wedding photo was taken.

************************EPILOGUE

Rape and sexual assault should now be made national sport of India. At the rate(700%) at which it has been increasing since 50s its high time we should promote a sort of International Championship.[We will surely win Gold medal here if not in Olympics]- FRUITY

More than two-thirds of married women in India aged between 15 and 49 have been beaten, raped or forced to provide sex, according to the UN Population Fund.
Domestic violence against women is already illegal, under a 1983 law. But the new law marks the first time India has recognised marital rape. Previously it was impossible to prosecute a man for raping his wife, which was considered to be within his conjugal rights. [SOURCE: The Independent World]

How secure are we- outside or more importantly inside our own homes? Its a crucial question that has been crying for an answer for decades.

22 thoughts on “Clock strikes One

  1. Don’t know how to express myself in proper English – just that this is so much more than a soul-stirring read

  2. Beautifully written! Heart wrenching and so Poignant!
    Its such an honest depiction of what happens across so many households in India..Marital rape is taboo and still not discussed openly but nothing is more wrong than the violation of a woman’s body and her soul without her consent..

  3. It was really amazing. Interestingly I have watched the movie Provoked for the first time last week itself. Could see that you have been able to draw out the agony through Seema in a much more poignant way than the movie. Wish you all success my Dear.

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  6. @ megcloud9- Thanks for dropping by. Well I didn’t realize the parallels between the movie and this post. Thanks for sharing.
    I have seen the movie- I guess its average.

  7. this post vaguely reminds me of the movie “provoked”
    at the end of the movie,kiranjit ahluwalia is freed from the murder charge …i loved the movie ,inspired by a real incident..

    your post speaks volumes of Seema’s pain…great writing..

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  9. Incredibly powerful. Great Write up.. Interesting to such extent i wish i could read more to it…. and quite seriously, i think going all professional about it isn’t that bad an idea at all.. DO consider the option even if u arent really sure abt how to approach.. well, someone says it right, u are already half way thr, if u know where exactly u heading to..

    Keep up the good work.

    god bless you

  10. @ Sahil- thanks for your input. No it is not a real story. Just a true depiction of what’s happening in average households in India.
    Though I am getting a feedback that my story is too strong.. and harsh as if a rape is happening every now and then in India……. I don’t know if I am right or not.
    Thanks for your support. Will surely think about it.
    fruity🙂

  11. OMG this is a great piece of writing. Seems like a real story, as if you are narrating the story.

    Yeah I agree with this alarming high rate, one day it can be added to the Olympics.

    Well you should go ahead and think about publishing. I know you can attract so many readers and I know that u have it in you.

  12. Since its the first time you’re going to publish a book, I’d suggest you pick 20 of your best works and publish it. You have to make a strong statement to the readers through your book, that’ll make them coming back for more… I’m sure the quality is great since I know how you write…. Edit it properly for spelling, grammar and sentence structures and you’re all set. If you want to release the book in India, I can coordinate it for you here, from Bangalore… And you don’t need to worry about publicity coz I’m a PR guy with GREAT contacts in the media!
    And I don’t work for free – I need a lunch or dinner, whenever i’m in NZ or whenever you’re in India!!😀

  13. Yaake,
    I want to start with short stories. I have written few – I don’t know what should be the ideal number of stories you’re looking at! Please advise.
    Thanks for your support- it means a lot to me.
    I am also really worried about the security in India. Feels like we are still living in 18th century.😦
    fruity

  14. Fruity,
    Half your job’s done once you have made up your mind to go professional!! Do you want to write short stories or novels? Decide that and let me know… In either case, do you have some things written? As in, when I got my first book out, I had 25 short stories in it…
    Let me know and we can take it from there… I’m sure you’d be an overnight success…🙂
    My forehead’s fine, but my conscious isn’t… I only wish blogging could help ameliorate this plague that indian women are facing…
    http://mirrorcracked.wordpress.com

  15. @ Yaake- Thanks for your tremendous take on the post. I am quite intrigued actually. I hope you haven’t hurt your forehead….😉
    Yes I have considered writing professionally but seriosuly speaking I don’t have the slightest clue regarding how to approach!!!!! I’d be really delighted if you’d guide me.
    anticipating,
    fruity😉

  16. Powerful writing, fruity! I’m impressed… Has to be your best creation so far… I was so immersed in it that I didn’t realize that I had moved soooo close to the screen until I bumped into it..!! hehe… but anyway, I loved the was you brought out the instances of time together and yet separated…🙂
    have u considered professional writing? my publisher will more than happy to help u out…🙂
    http://mirrorcracked.wordpress.com

  17. @ Muslimah- Hi!Thanks for your comment. No I am not a bengali. This is not a true story but yeah a true depiction of what’s happening in average households in India.
    fruity

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