Lights. Camera. RCNM.

Smack! Kick! "Move bitch. It's time for you to get some beauty sleep. No one needs to see you sick and grumpy the day after our wedding."             Our bloody wedding Guess who was lucky enough to get married at 14? That's right... It was me! Married at fourteen with a twenty one year old monstrous politician. My life, it did a whooping somersault. It's weird how fast the night changes. Yesterday, I was playing in the school playground, with the school claiming me with its uniform and ID card. But today? I sit in my own pool of blood with nothing but a mangalsutra claiming me his... in no way as his wife but his slave. He nipped his seventeen cigarette on my butt and got up to pick up his pants while I sat with unbearable pain and agony with fresh cuts, burns and wounds on my face and places where I don't let anyone touch.          Those sensitive places P...

Today I saw a lady, with hair as black as raven and skin as flair as milk. I walked past her as I moved towards the ticket counter at a train station. As I watched, she lifted her h and and pushed away a strand of hair that whipped against her face as a train whooshed past. While I stood in the line, waiting for my turn I couldn’t help but stare at her as she leaned against the wall, the tinsel in her hair shining and the glass bangles on her hand tinkling. From where I stood, she looked perfect her blue sari swaying in the wind. I remember her touching the bangles on her hand; her nimble fingers running across the smooth surface of the bangles enclosed her slender wrist. As I pushed my way back to the front of the line, I turned again to catch a glimpse of this lady. I don’t know what about her caught my eye. May be it was her beauty, may be it was the peace in her eyes. From where I stood far away, I saw she wasn’t really there in the world I stood in. She had drifted away,...