UNTOLD

  it's been a year since I've meet a women 

whose body is painted with bruises.She said

She endure it because her husband threats to do same with her baby girl, so he can get a more pleasure of her agony.

I devote my affection to her as we last four years in that relationship. After that, I never get a chance to encounter with her again. But i encounter with her everyday in my path.

About a month ago, when i am walking across the road at `Jaulakhel´ i see a women screaming painted on the wall. people's walking without hesitation. I feared to watch.

When i am young, there's this women who gets raped and shot by her own father. I tried to assure her mother with convincing words and she laughed at me like i was funny.

                                                        I wanted to be a monster to kill her husband but my limitation see's the consequences on the floor and my feet turned away.

I saw this women in my college days who make fool of herself, so she can share her feelings to their friends. Once upon a time her boyfriend shamed her body. Since she's been slave to those words.

I spend two year's with a women i met in volunteering course. She provides free education for other women's. I imagined to be like her. I wanted to be a part of her journey. But she got arrested in search of her freedom.

There's another women who got choked by her brother, because  she's been escaping from marriage. And hiding her preference of love. Her stomach hurt, find hard to breathe, eventually her silent consume her life.

My grandmother is a women too, one who come to this world without any ideas and hope. Still ended up raising eleven children's . She wet her eyes when she realizes she is kind to everybody but her home hasn't.

My mother is a women too who took years to make our home heaven.she is a fighter, a warrior and a murder to her heart, because she always mean to give to someone else.

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                            📖=Dharma_Acharya