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The Door Not Shut – #VAWAM #BlogaholicsUtd

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She noticed a thin ray of sunshine on the floor. She looked closer at it and traced it back to the ajar door. Yes, the door wasn’t shut. Her husband had been so upset that his eggs hand’t been prepared as per his liking that he had slapped her hard across the face, & then left  in a hurry. A smile crept up softly on her swollen face as she realised that she had not been locked in for the first time in so many years. She started thinking of the endless possibilities –  a day of being out on her own, meeting her friends, buying a little trinket for herself, a toy for her daughter. She quickly finished the dusting and and then got changed. She woke up her daughter and got her ready as well. With a sense of purpose, she cooked dinner and neatly packed it in casseroles and left it in the dining table. Then she picked up her one and only handbag and counted the money she had – in all she had some 500 rupees in various denominations and coins. Enough to get her to Janpath. She walked out of the house with her daughter. For the first time ever since she had been married, she stepped out of the house without her husband. The streets outside her own home suddenly seemed so much larger and sunnier – despite the jostling crowds, the rickshaws, the cycles, the cars, the cows and the pedestrians. She kept a strict eye out to make sure no one spotted her and called her husband.  She held tight on to her daughter’s hand and took an auto to the metro station, and then the metro to Rajiv Chowk and then walked across to Janpath . Oh, how many times had she come here with her friends when they were in college. She had lost touch with all of them after she got married. She stopped at Depauls and had a coffee,  bought some earrings for herself and a dress for her little daughter. They had burgers at Macdonalds across the road. She heard some girlish laughter and turned around to see two young girls enjoying their burgers and bitching about their boyfriends. “That could have been me 5 years back” she thought and requested them to let her use their cellphone as she had lost hers. She sat her daughter down with a softy cone and started dialling as old long-forgotten numbers came back to her. Thrice, the answer was negative. As a last attempt, on the 4th call, she nervously asked for Virat, a voice told her to hang on while he got Virat to the line.



“Yes, who is this”


A moment of silence.

“Nitya???? Oh my god is that really you? Where are you? How are you? I haven’t heard from you in years since you got married.”

“Virat, I am at  MacD with Aru, my daughter.”

“Daughter? Oh my god you had a baby and I didn’t even know?”

“Virat, I am at MacD. By a stroke of luck today, my husband left the door unlocked and I escaped. Please help me. I cannot go back to him.”

“What about your parents Nitya?”

“I had gone to them for help soon after we were married but they sent me back to my husband and told me to make a go of it. They said society would laugh on them if their married daughter lived with them. I can’t go to them and I can’t go home. My husband locks me up whenever he steps out of the house because he fears that I will run to my parents againa nd make him a laughing stock in society.”

“Stay where you are Nitya, I’l come get you in about an hour and then we’l figure out something.”

“Thanks Virat.”

She ordered another round of burgers and played with her daughter for another hour while watching the door and waiting for Virat to come. As promised, he came an hour later and had also brought some chocolate for Aru. Virat looked at her and asked her if she had no bags. She replied that she didn’t want to carry a bag as she was scared some neighbour would see them and call her husband. He took her home and explained that his parents had passed away and he now shared his house with two colleagues from work who paid him rent.  His eyes had seen the bruises on her arms which she thought she had covered, the swollen face, the darts of fear in her eyes when she thought she saw someone she knew and resolved to help her in whichever way he could.

This is a true story though I have changed the names . Nitya was lucky because she found a friend who offered her unconditional support.  This friend of mine wasn’t that lucky. It took a lot of courage for her to seize the moment and walk out when she saw her chance. She is not in touch with her parents anymore. She has enrolled her daughter in a creche and is finally putting her degree to use and joined a law firm. She works long crazy hours and prays that her daughter will get through a good school next year. She has also initiated divorce proceedings. She has only asked for support from us and has refused all offers of monetary help.  She walked out her house with just 500 bucks and is today slowly and steadily moving on. I am very proud of my friend for having done so.


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October 13, 2011 at 6:28 pm

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  1. To good, eyes a lil moist. Salute to her for the big step she took. Hope we all make a note of it and continue to Support and help and be a friend like Virat .

    Shweta z

    October 13, 2011 at 6:41 pm

  2. Phew, thank god he left the door open and thank god she got out and thank god she had a friend and thank god she remembered his number!!! Here’s a big hug n wishes to her!!


    October 13, 2011 at 7:18 pm

    • Desperate times call for desperate measures I think. She was desperate and pulled the numbers out of her memory. Will pass on your wishes to her 🙂


      October 14, 2011 at 11:53 am

  3. Touched. It requires a determination of steel. Hats off to the lady. And I think the society should really progress from the ‘image’ mentality and what the ‘samaj’ will think about them…should focus on helping, atleast their own child and bring to justice men like these. Men who hit, abuse and lock their wives shud be taught a lesson. This is pure animal behaviour.


    October 14, 2011 at 11:27 am

    • I so agree. It is pure animal behaviour. I would want to give such men a taste of their own medicine


      October 14, 2011 at 11:52 am

  4. Not a new story. Not a unique story – sadly – in both the old world and still in this new “more enlightened” world.
    But yes, to hear news like this and stories and accounts of women like Nitya and people in similar adverse situations who find an inner strength and willingness to face what threatens them, to hold on to hope and to keep trying to have a good life where others might give up and end it all… well its these things that give me glimmers of hope in this world in which we all abide.
    Thanks for sharing, best wishes and all the best of luck.


    December 5, 2011 at 12:36 pm

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