A Woman Can Never Lose

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.”