Bleeding Tears

-Bhupali Sarma
He was crucial. She entreated to stop, but he didn’t . He birched her until his anger was out and that dwelt in all over her body as red marks.

He was angry because he was obstructed, he was angry because he was not treated as a deity, he was angry because someone stood against his obstinacy and he let his anger out in that way, with whiplash.

She cried. This was not something new to her. She knew she was not wrong. She didn’t seek for help. She knew nobody was there. She knew she must deal with it.All by herself.

She woke up & washed her face. She straightened her way to the kitchen. Meal was ready for the two. Her husband was at the dining table. She must live, after all.