LETS UNFOLD THE UNTOLD

         LET’S UNFOLD THE UNTOLD

I have wanted to write This for a really long time. If you ask me, if this one is personal or not, I Would squint and reply, ‘yes and no both’. Every single thing that I have written In my life so far, whether it has been about me or not is very personal. For Somebody who was brave enough to share this with me, I would like to say that This is very much my story, more than anything else.

The movie ended. Black Swan, a critically acclaimed movie, Made it to the Oscars in 2010. But like most days, with him, it was all a blur. She could not understand what it had been about. Her lips felt raw, her body hurt All over, especially where he had touched her the most, greedily.

She felt nauseated. She thought she loved him, but she was Not sure, never had been. She looked sideways to check his presence; as if it Would reassure her- of love, of promises, of everything she had ever wanted From life.

She made her way to the washroom. It burns again, she Thought. She saw a trickle of blood making its way, downward. She winced in Pain.

She was relieved to see him checking the time in his watch. It Was time to say ‘bye’. He hugged her and whispered ‘I love you’ into his ears And left her, not wanting to be seen by anybody outside the mall. The The relationship was still under wraps.

She started walking towards her home. She was stricken with Guilt and sorrow. She was hurt, but also clueless. He said he had the right to Be close to her and it was ‘normal’. Then why did she feel so betrayed and Angry if it was normal? Did she not like others? Normal??

And this was not the first time. Every time she would meet, He would want to touch her all the time. She wanted to talk a lot, but he was Not too interested to talk. Always so desperate, she angrily thought.

She had subtly told him, ‘let’s balance it out’. But, she Was scared to be firm and assertive. What if she lost him, what if he was Offended and left? How would she cope up, alone? She felt ashamed of her Cowardice, of not being able to stand up for herself. Some more blood trickled Down her legs. She wanted to make a mental note of how many times this had Happened. Nineteen, some voice spoke aloud the answer in her mind.

It is strange, that we live in a world which explicitly Talks of humanity, respect and compassion towards each other, abuse happens and It happens all the time. Let’s stop it, let it not happen in the name of love, Hatred, relationships, or is it anything else. Abuse is abuse, and will only be Abuse. We need to stop giving it different names. Our denial will make things worse, complicate it further and confuse the common man.