Everyday Stories2 mins 19 2 mins 19
On a bright Sunday evening
The house looked tensed
There were murmurs and sweats
Preceded by the rhythm of cutlery clanking
The boy inside is frantically upset
And he is in rue with all his wrongdoings.
But for his awe, dad patted his shoulder, pulled a chair closer to his
"My son let us have a talk" hesitant for a second.
Chest stiffen, heart beats faster,
ants swimming in the ocean sweats.
"There is something you should know"
The son with his troubled mind
may have a Panic attack soon.
What is it that I should know
That I don’t know yet?
Is it about the trigonometry I've no idea about?
Or are they getting a divorce
He flustered upon the thoughts
While his dad looked pale and confused
And the big question arises, loud and clear,
"Do you know how you were born? "
On a bright Monday morning
The genesis of knowledge was
filled with students tired and half-asleep
The teacher entered the class
Weary and ashamed of something
kids were curious about it.
She wrote on the board
With white bold chalk
"Human reproductive system"
There was a silence on the right side
And anticipation on the left.
The teacher sprouts out misconceptions
Building stigma in the minds of the little souls
Girls that talk to boys are
A sin for the society and shame for her parents.
Nina seated in the front bench
Is now highly in regret
About her feelings of desire
To the boy seated across
Radha seated in the last bench is feeling suicidal
Since she can't tell if she is pregnant
Because of her uncle's touch.
On a pitch-black Tuesday night
The wife was tired of working like a genie in a Chirag
rubbed more than thrice
For the work she never liked
She desired for the bed and
Fantasized a deep sleep.
But oh! Her husband had other plans
He kissed her slowly but she didn't respond
I'm exhausted she said
You shouldn't be, he commanded.
We would've made love and I would've felt heaven
But now when you thrust me upon you
With your gruesome smirk
There isn't a part left in my body
That I'll ever love
But even her words didn't have the voice in his lust
Just like her consent