Nooj

Between my shadow and my soul

Feminist narrative

That night the lights went out. In a little corner that before towered over the other sensitive crevices of her heart. She wished it could function like a phantom limb and show some evidence of life long after suffocation but whenever she accidentally ventured into that blind pit all that she felt was quiet desolation, even years after that night. Ravi looked into her eyes at one of those moments and said, "Ah come now. We all grew up like that and we turned out fine. We're happy aren't we?". And she smiled that smile recognised universally by all women from patriarchal societies, a mixture of bitterness, grief, sarcasm and the tint of humour that kept her going every day, the humour of knowing that there will always be a reality within her, a truth, that no man will ever comprehend.

4 shared ideas:

ayesha November 3, 2010 at 8:02 AM  

u should right a book

Waseem November 3, 2010 at 8:52 AM  

el how you can chune Ravi like that :D

mezzaterra November 3, 2010 at 11:53 AM  

That smile reflects sadness
Does happiness come from accepting or fighting the norm?

Nooj November 4, 2010 at 11:11 AM  

aysh with my job it would be a book full of doom and gloom and would just depress ppl :P wouldn't mind non fiction though

was that reminds me of that werewolf movie :O

bb I think it depends. Different strokes for different folks. I know what makes you and I happy but there are perfectly accomplished intelligent and beautiful women out there who get a lot of satisfaction from painfully conforming. I just pray they are rewarded for their sacrifices