The Lost Word

                                                                               THE LOST WORD

Had my father allowed me to study and complete my graduation, I would have been able to do a real job and earn on my own. What has marriage given to me? Love? Never. I should have eloped from home when father had  imposed his decision about my marriage and I had the chance to elope also. At least I would have been free and independent. I should have stood up for myself.

These were the thoughts running through Ruby’s mind, while she was sitting in the hospital. That place had now kind of become hell for her, doctors were her biggest enemy and nurses her best friend always holding her through those painful procedures.

Two abortions were not something she had imagined for her life. Today, again she was there with her mother in law and her husband waiting for the doctor to predict the death of her unborn girl.

She couldn’t take the pain of another abortion; she had decided how she would do it and when she would do it.

She excused herself to the washroom; she looked in the mirror at herself for the very last time.

Marriage had made her weak, once bright and chirpy eyes were now damp and filled with sadness. Her body had become lean and weak due to the abortions and the many hands that had touched her in an attempt to put a boy in her womb. She hated her body now.

Fighting back those tears, she went inside the washroom locked it and took out a bottle which would relieve her from all of her problems.

Within minutes, she set herself and her child free from all the problems. Got liberated away from the animals that had tortured her and made her a living corpse. She hoped for a better life up there.

“Finally, you won’t have to go alone anymore.” she said patting her belly, the last words from her mouth.