Meera looked at her barren hands, her forehead bereft of sindoor and bindi, the pale colored saree – they kept screaming at her “You are a widow, an unfortunate, unlucky soul. The symbols of marriage that once adorned you have now all been taken away. What use are they when the person in whose honor you wore them is no longer in this world?”
She remembered the first time she wore green bangles on her wedding day, the red color paithani saree and jewellery she was adorned with, the mangal sutra and sindoor which became her lifelong companion till this day when cruel destiny snatched everything away from her.
She looked at the green bangles , a forlorn look in her eyes. Her daughter stood beside her. Little Asha all of 11, looked at her mother with innocent eyes “Aai why don’t you wear your bangles? What has Baba got to do with it?”
Is a woman’s life and happiness tied solely to a man? The symbols of a married woman – when a woman refuses to adorn them does that make her any less of a wife? Why is everything snatched away from her the moment her husband breathes his last? Doesn’t she have a right to decide for herself? Does she cease to be a wife?
Meera picked up the green bangles wiping a tear and wore them. I choose to wear them for myself, for my Asha. A woman’s life is tied to no one. Her destiny is in her hands.
(This post has been written for the second edition of BAR-A-THON, the fortnight-long blogging marathon for bloggers everywhere! My theme is “7 colours of the rainbow ROYGBIV”. I present a Flash Fiction in 300 words based on one colour for each day of the challenge and blend it with something that personifies that colour)
(Post image courtesy: Bollywoodshaadis.com)