I feel like telling a story. A story that raises questions on our society.
Once upon a time in a long far away there lived a boy. Not much is known about his past except that he was raised a rich kids with his own luxuries, his unwillingness to work and wanting much. As he grew up all around him grew distant because we all need someone to talk to and he was shy and quiet. With time he started feeling as if he is the most lonely soul in the world.
Similarly once upon a time there was a little girl who was raised like a princess. She had dreams, desires and ambitions. She loved to dress, talk, dance and meet people. Somehow as destiny rolls out life it has its own plans and this simple cheerful bubbly girl was transformed into another lonely quiet soul who felt unwanted by the series of relationships she went through. At the end of each one, she was made to feel the wrong person, the unwanted one. And so her life went on.
Again destiny had its own plans. And so one fine morning when both were walking on their respective paths, they bumped into each other. From that point on like 2 oppositely charged particles and 2 lost souls trying to find a reason to live, got close to each other. With time they started loving each other because they had years of words wanting to come out. And so they talked a lot.
This relationship turned more serious with time since they believed she/he was the one. They were inseparable. The girl had dreams and still she promised him her world. The guy also had promises to make. Some of these unsaid promises were to let her have her own faith, her own religion, her own choices and to standby her in bad times. Finally like most couples they drifted into marriage before they knew it. And lo and behold, they were now married without their families knowing. Now they had to decide what to do?
And so the guy took her home as is customary. But in this case he took her home without being stable, without being a graduate, without having a job and without anyone at his home even knowing he was married. Was it a right choice to make? So finally they reached home. The guy’s home. And before even the girl entered the first emotions that were flung at her were that of i-dont-want-her-here accompanied by the talk of sending her back home. The boy just stayed silent for reasons unknown.
Assuming that this somehow was the right decision. The first decision that was pushed on her was to sleep away from her husband. The second was the code of conduct of a new religion. The third decision was the religion herself. The fourth on what she could wear. The fifth was on what was moral. The sixth was of breaking all bonds with her family. And it was just the beginning. The guy stayed silent, not even resisting for her wife for reasons unknown. Just imagine a husband and wife sneaking moments together when their mother-in-law was out shopping.
Finally after a few years they were allowed to be together, the guy graduated and got a job. The girl also started working since all her dreams, desires and decisions had been sapped over the years. For some time she basked in the happiness of being with her husband, being close to this guy whom she felt bad about. Life had been tough to him she believed and always filled him with love.
But the husband believed in his mother’s decision and lacked the courage to fight for the right thing. All his unsaid promises had vanished over the years. One by one each wing in the girl’s back had been clipped until she herself started believing that she was wrong in existing itself. She was emotionally tortured to feel that her only job was to serve and that is what she’s fit to do.
Destiny didnt stop here. It had some more cards to play. This girl started shutting herself down and just existing. There were only fights at home and peace at office. There was no love left out of the relation. But then she discovered reading. She found peace in reading, solace in it. She found one author who could not just feel the same things but in-her-belief even respond back through his words. And hence, she found an outlet in reading the words of this person.
Slowly with each book she read, she knew what she was and what she had become. She found her broken wings one by one. She could see each day what she is missing out on. She still felt bad and sad for the guy. She even loved him at times but she even hated him at most times. She lived and existed with him physically but mentally she was living in the world of the words.
Now she stands at the cross-roads.
The first choice is of giving up her world, desires and wings and live with this guy who loved and cared for her once and maybe still does in a way. With the same guy who is now without a job and has his mind filled up with pity for himself, who looks for sympathy for his problems. The same guy who couldn’t and possibly ever wouldn’t stand up for her. The same guy who is not stable and yet wants comforts more than stability.
The second choice for her is to leave. To start afresh and live on her own, be free to make her own choices, to indulge in her own desires. The second choice is to create the world she has visualized. She has the strength to make it happen but she is bound by a love that maybe doesn’t even exists anymore.
Was it right for her to be pushed into decisions for her husband’s sake? Is it right for her to continue in a relation because she is MARRIED? Is it right for the husband to keep quiet about everything because those were the right things in her morality? Is it right for the girl to leave in want of a better future?
This is not my story but a story shared by thousands if not millions worldwide. Is it right to break the institution of marriage to stop your suffering and live again?
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