Contributed By Sesank Raj
How would he know
when even the other side of her pillow didn’t know the reason why she cried that much, last night
How would she know
where those red lipstick marks on her husband’s collar came from, last day so, she asked
and he said,
“it’s yours”
How would he know
that she always hated blood so her lipstick colour was never red
…
How would she know
that men beating up their wives is to maintain peace at home and
it’s very very normal
How would she know
that her mother’s bleeding face is supposed to smile again as soon as her father returns home
How would she know
that tonight her father is going to kiss that same face as if there was no blood and the face was never red
So, the innocent her, locked herself in the washroom and did what a woman generally does, cried, in silence.
Years passed and she never forgot the trauma she went through because of that bloody red.
Then came, her first date with the very red and pouring blood
The unexpected red stains on her skirt still didn’t explain her aching stomach but made sure she’s been made fun of, by her classmates.
She wondered how come the same ‘red’ which traumatises her, was such a joke to her classmates.
So, the traumatic her locked herself in the washroom and did what a woman generally does, cried, in silence.
People called it ‘her first period’ but only she knew that with this monthly affair with blood, the red in her life is not going anywhere soon, period!
Years passed and she never got the chance to forget the trauma she goes through because of the blood and that red.
How would she know
that she, one day, has to prove her love to her lover through losing her virginity
How would she know
that losing virginity might also involve blood and pain
How would he know
that above pain and blood, her deepest fear, is red
There! The moment finally is here.
Going through such a pain and trauma within inside, she gave him, his longing pleasure.
It’s almost like giving birth to someone.
She, accepting the pain for someone else, was there in both the cases.
How would he know
that she deliberately goes through all of this just because
she loved him, just.
How would he know
that she expects the same love from him.
How mean?!
So, the innocent him, did what a man generally does, married her.
…
How would she know
that a man can still love his wife, the same, even after starting an affair with some other woman
So, the dumb her, confronted her husband about those red lipstick marks even after he said that’s hers’
So, the helpless he, did what a man generally does to maintain peace at home, beat her up.
There! It’s back!
Looking at her bloody face in the mirror this time, didn’t scare her but only made her feel happy because this time there’s no child at home who gets to traumatise looking at her blood and that red.
That’s when she made her mind not to welcome any kid, home.
As a result, the lines in her pregnancy kit never got red. Never.
