Life for
Trisha had never been smooth. She always wished to live a perfect life where
she could engage in the society and learn from the people around. Sometimes she
used to think that why she was born a girl?
Being a girl
and carrying yourself as a typical Indian woman is one of the most difficult
task.
Trisha was
sixteen when her parents married to a man twice her age. She didn’t even get a
chance to complete her school and pursue something. Belonging to a backward
society it was her duty to obey all the meaningless rules that she hated the
most. She always dreamed of owning herself. Was that a big wish?
This is the
story of Trisha who fought for her and every woman’s right.
It was
raining outside. The beautiful city of Mumbai looked extremely adorable under
those heavy black clouds. Trisha was looking down in her street, watching
people hurrying down to their places in that heavy rain. Her string of thoughts
suddenly breaks when she hears a loud thud. She rushes inside. It was her
husband who threw down the bottle of whiskey on the floor.
“What happened?” Trisha says and picks up the spilled glass.
“You whore!
When would you give me my son?” Trisha’s husband says this and tightly holds
her plait from back. Trisha screams badly.
It was their
routine. He would come back home drunk and beat Trisha and ask for a son. The
fact that made him beat Trisha was that she would never be able to conceive.
Doctors said that it was Trisha who was infertile and they would never have
their own child. Since that day her husband would beat her up and rape her each
night. Regular sexual assault from her own husband was intolerable for her. She
always thought her life to be like the bed of flowers but for her it turned out
to be worse that no one could have imagined. She didn’t have any other option
rather to live in that hell. She wished to elope from there but she knew she
couldn’t go back to her parent’s home as they would kill her. Her life was bad
but it turned out to be worst when…
Her husband
did not return back home till midnight. Trisha was worried. She was feeling
insecure. Suddenly, she hears a bang on the main door. As she opens the door
she looks at her husband who is fully drunk and with was his drunken friend.
Trisha hurried back to her room until the other man held the pallu of her sari. Her worst dreams came
true when she was assaulted by two men, one of them being her own husband.
She knew she
didn’t have other options but at the same time she knew that God could never be
so cruel to her. She remembered the old saying that she learnt in school,
“where there is a will, there is a way.”
Next morning
she woke up with a new ray of hope. She knew that Mumbai was a big city and
there would be someone to help her out. She wasn’t an illiterate and she knew
how strong her constitution was. Many years of constant pain made her a stone
hearted woman. After that day she never returned back to her home. But then
where did she go?
She went to
the women’s cell and made her husband beaten up in the same way he used to hurt
her in all those past years. Her family and her husband’s family were in wait
to kill her for that drastic step she took but she never returned.
Now, she is
the owner on an NGO in Mumbai and she fights for the rights of women like her.
It took a single step of hers to change her life.
Dear women
from every part of the world, never stay silent in the cage of this society…
for one day you’ll realize your voice can only change it. I salute Trisha for
her courage who taught her husband and all other men like him that “A woman can
never lose.”
