Elegiac_Damsel

The households in India have been run by women primarily, following the centuries old tradition. From taking care of the child's breakfast to ensuring that the mother in-law's morning cup of tea is served on time, it is always the woman of the household. She is a wife, a daughter, a daughter in-law, a mother.... But who is she in reality? Mrinalini. The name was abruptly forgotten the moment she stepped into the Acharya household as a married woman. She became Mrinal for her husband, Bouma (daughter in-law) for her in-laws and other elders, Boudi(sister in-law) for her brothers in-law and Mrs. Acharya or Acharya Boudi for outsiders. Her identity was forgotten as she gradually accepted her duties as a married woman, as a daughter in-law and as someone who was expected to sacrifice. Their home wasn't a mansion or even a bungalow. There were financial constraints and there were challenges like every other middle class home. Not everything was easily available, apart from that one thing that was abundant and pravalent: PATRIARCHY She was taken for granted like most women in India are. Maybe there was love, maybe there was no mistreatment yet Mrinalini felt the walls around her constricting on her and causing her asphyxiation. This is the story of a bird compelled to live in a locked, golden cage... Will she ever liberate herself and fly? ... Dedicated to all the Indian mothers and women and to women all around the world who dedicated their entire lives to raise their children, to give love and to be selfless. ... This story doesn't aim to hurt or offend anyone's thoughts or sentiments. This is a work of pure fiction that came to my mind after watching the Bengali movie, 'Mukherji da r Bou'. The concept and the story and the characters explored in the story are all going to be my creation and my own original ideas. No plagiarism intended or supported. My work is copyrighted…

Elegiac_Damsel

*COVER CREDITS* @blackue02#1 indian on 15/02/2020#1 arrangedmarriage on 04/03/2021#1 hotheaded on 20/07/2019#1 mumbai on 17/10/2019#1 court on 04/02/2020In the beginning there is nothing...You begin in the void and continue into the dark.You find light in the dark, but your path lights up the most in darkness when lightening strikes during a storm.I began in the calm, made my way through silence and then I encountered with the storm.Sampurnaa was perfect like her name suggested. Complete and perfect and flawless for the world.At the age of 24, fresh with a degree in mass communication and journalism, she's anything but quiet and submissive.Indrayan was a lawyer by profession. He never really liked someone else winning debates against him... At the age of 29, he's all set to establish himself more.And then paths collide. When two storms rise together, isn't disaster always inevitable?Time shall tell their journey.........................................................................🔴 My first attempt at writing anything on Wattpad.🔴Not cliché, not overly not cliché either.You are the reader and you shall be the judge of the story.I shall try my level best.Cheers,ShubhadittyaBegan writing on 02/07/2019Completed on 06/12/2019*EDITING IN PROGRESS*This is a story based solely upon my own ideas. No plagiarism intended or encouraged. Please do not copy anything from my story. This story may contain crime scenes which could be disturbing to sensitive readers. Be your own judge and choose wisely before you begin reading any new chapter.This story is my first attempt at writing and I learnt and improved gradually. This may be immature for several readers; but it is still special to me. Apologies are in order in anticipation for anyone who thought that my story wasn't up to the mark.…

Elegiac_Damsel

"Beauty is not what attracts the eye; but that what captures the heart." -Anonymous"Hypothetically speaking; life is a journey, physical beauty is materialistic and love is priceless. Hypothetically, our requirements when it comes to 'our life partners' are:Personalitygolden heartloverespectBut we humans are hypocrites! Hypothesis can never walk hand in hand with practical lifeWhen filling the form on a matrimonial site... Isn't it always that the description begins with 'fair and beautiful' or 'well settled and handsome'?Do we not look at the mirror, at our own reflection and judge ourselves harshly?I look at the mirror each day too. The difference is that I see myself in a different light than the rest of the world.They look at me and judge me instantly... And I... Well I happen to know myself better. I know that my abilities are far beyond what greets me in the mirror each day.I know that I desire more emotions from people than just pity and sympathy... You ask me what is wrong with me? I'd reply I am fine... Because I really amMy reflection is perfect for me... I am more than a face. I am more than just physical beauty. I am that fire which will someday burn down this typical society..."________________Anindita; her name means 'beautiful and virtuous'She has been the center of her father's universe and the reason of her mother's smile.They were never rich... But they could afford her name... Her name that was her identity and whose meaning was synonymous to her appearance.Life isn't a bed of flowers... And neither is hers... This is her story...Of a swan turning into an ugly duckling...From being a VICTIM to becoming a SURVIVOR_______________This story doesn't aim to hurt or offend anyone's sentiments.A work of pure fiction straight out of my own imagination.I do not support plagiarism of any sort…

Elegiac_Damsel

A short poem that brings to the readers the state of mind of a woman who has survived a rape. She's a victim for the world who has suffered from unbearable pain. Both mental and physical. She's a fighter. She's strong. This is her story. This is her resurrection. ......................................................................Author's note :I condemn those unmanly men who rape a woman. I condemn those who use women against their will. I am strongly against rape or any other crime against women, girls, children or anyone else. I do not wish to offend or upset anyone's feelings or thoughts with this poem. I hail and respect the women who have had the courage to survive, braving all odds. May you retain the strength always!…