100 theme writing challenge6/15/2023 But a different kind of unbreakable, the good kind. Nobody owned her, her life was her own.Īs years went by, she was unbreakable again. She was scared, she was relieved and she was happy. “All of us are a little broken, broken spaces give room for the light to enter you” he saidįor the first time in fifteen years she felt something. He held her for a long time and she rested her head on his shoulders, crying all the while.Ī flood of emotions broke the walls she built. Thirty minutes later, her best friend was there at her doorstep. Her ex-husband frowned upon having friends of the opposite gender you see. The best friend she had to forcefully abandon after marriage. She picked up her phone and called her best friend. She woke up, took one look at a picture of her ex husband and herself and threw it on the floor.Īs it shattered she sat by the bed laughing. She woke up the next day to make some breakfast for herself. Her anxious parents kept calling her, they even persuaded her neighbor to check on her. She did this and she would continue this routine till she wanted to do. She should have known what she was going to do.īut no! She didn’t feel a thing. She should have known what she was feeling by now. Thirty days to think about what has happened. It had been exactly thirty days since her husband left her. She didn’t sleep very well, memory flashes kept her up most of the time. She went on with her routine week after week. He gathered his belongings and left the house. He told her he was leaving her he had fallen in love again. Cooked for two, ate the same thing thrice and went back to sleep. Nothing passed through those walls she built around herself. She was numb, she was a rock, and she was unbreakable. She wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t scared and she wasn’t relieved. One day he left the house but he never came back. She just served him dinner and went back to sleep on her side of the bed. They didn’t even go to the doctor he just said she was too barren. They tried to have a baby, but after a point he simply gave up. In those two years, they had sex maybe thrice every week. These are good changes, we’re perfect now. “Look at you now I’ve made you into a woman any man would long for” He continued “Nobody likes a girl who talks too much. She swallowed many words along with the leftovers she ate from his plate. He picked out her clothes and they were always two sizes bigger. She was not allowed to speak back she could eat only after he ate. She was his, her thaali was his, and her bindhi was his. She simply had no time, all her time was his. She hardly remembered anything from her life before she met her husband. She was unbreakable even now, but a different kind of unbreakable. Unbreakable had a whole different meaning now. She was an only child she was the apple of her father’s eye and most of the time she didn’t even have to cry to get something she wanted.Įventually she grew up and got married. She wanted to unbreakable and invincible too. These were two words she loved as a child. So I have decided to try and understand the woman in this one, hope you are able to as well. People come to terms with reality in their own way and the only strength we can show them is acceptance and understanding. I have met women in my life who went through some pretty hard times but still never quit until they had no choice. I mean a woman doesn’t always have to rebel against something that happens in her life to be free. I realized that I was looking at the whole thing with a closed mind and a single perspective. So these two months have definitely brought changes to my perspective. So I slept on this one for a couple of months to see if I could bring myself to publish it. I thought the woman in this piece should’ve left the man, I thought her freedom would’ve been her own only if she claimed it not if she waited till he walked away. I wrote this about two or three months ago but somehow I was never convinced with the whole thing. I had many problems with this particular piece I wrote for the theme Unbreakable.
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