Ray looked with awe at the woman who emerged from the saloon. She had colored her hair with streaks of violet and it looked spectacular. He imagined himself in violet hair and smiled. He always wanted to colour his hair and not the usual shades of brown and burgundy that guys do but he wanted to try something new. But the fear of being ridiculed, of being ostracized by people made him hold back his wishes.
He distinctly remembered as a child when he once draped his mom’s saree and applied lipstick, a tight slap on his cheek and the stinging pain that followed. What hurt him most was his father’s words which pierced his heart like a dagger. “Are you not man enough, what’s this behaving like a eunuch, shameless fellow?”
The day when he was contently playing with his sister’s kitchen set and was reprimanded by his mom- why don’t you play with your bat, ball and cars? Why are you playing these girlie games?”
Today, as a 21 year old he had the science admission form in one hand and the home science right beneath it. The former- his family’s wish, the latter his dream. Throughout his life, he had suppressed his wishes, lived in a sham because his masculinity was made to be all about so called “manly” things. He wouldn’t hide anymore, he knew what he would do with his life, he would take charge, to hell with the stereotypes. He would live his life on his terms in a gender agnostic way.
To start with- he walked into the saloon confidently and with a smile, asked the lady at the desk “Hi I am looking to colour my hair violet”
(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)
Very nice story telling. Short n sweet.
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Thanks a lot! Wanted to make short sweet and effective
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Glad Ray liberated himself form the pressures of family and society. That’s the need of the hour. To accept oneself for what one is irrespective of what other may say or feel. Though easier said than done at times, but a pertinent thing to do.
It’s uncanny you write this, you’ll know why if you go check:
http://natashamusing.com/2017/06/suns-lovers-barathon/
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True Nats! It takes a lot of courage to be oneself in a world that’s constantly trying to change you. Look forward to reading your story soon
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It is really difficult to accept ourselves for who we are when no one else supports you. And also time we let our kids just be. Strong finish to the BarAthon. Congrats:)
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Thanks Namy! It’s a lesson to us as individuals and also as parents to let our kids be.
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That’s a nice one. Taking charge of our life and decisions is important
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Very true Neha!
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Akshata! This story brings human expression alive with a humanely sensitive touch. I love how you broach topics in such a gentle manner and at the same time a power statement on the ways of society that fetters human growth.
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Thanks a lot I love your observations on my posts and look forward to your comments. So glad to have connected with you my friend!
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Very nice story! Like the title a lot!
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Thanks Zainab!
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Amazing end Aks… I am so glad that he got the strength amd confidence to gain what he always wanted to be. It’s our life and hence our choice…. god knows when we break these nonsensical shackles of society.
Here’s mine https://www.gleefulblogger.com/2017/07/01/call-wind-time-never-stop-anyone/
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Thanks Deepika! Rightly said. Look forward to read yours
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Glad that he broke the shackles of societal norms and followed his heart. That was some great story telling, Akshata!
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Thanks Shilpa so glad to hear from you
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