Challenge Accepted..!!

I see a girl standing erect, head high, hair open, long and roughly combed.  She has gripped her sides of the dress tightly, way too tightly. Her toes are clinching the floor, scratching it. Her hair hides the corner of her face.

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She is fair, a small mark on her right cheek, though not visible. But her fair skin is turning pink and slowly red; red with anger, red with rage.

She has a fluffy and sharp eyebrow. Just as it was suppose to be, giving her eyes a beautiful and lustrous look. Her eyes, big and wide, hazel brown in color; cute yet cunning, bold yet beautiful, shy yet audacious, talkative and yet tight lipped.

Her eyes speak a lot; tells me about her anger, about her grief. Slowly her eyes too have only one color and that is red. I see controlled tears in her eyes now.

She is a very strong girl. Despite everything she has tried to control her tears. But now they need to come out. Only then can she restart everything. She does not wipe, even a drop of tear, does not even utter a word, the only thing she does is grips onto her dress as if she augments strength from it.

There is no consolation to her. She does not even want anyone. There are three quarters of people in her life. One, that will not understand her. Two, with whom she cannot share everything, and three, with whom she wants to share everything but they are unavailable for her.

It has been an hour, but she is in the same position, upright, rigid, crying, but still silent. Tears are still rolling down her cheeks, but her mind is still wandering about the day’s tragedy, the insult, the talk, the challenge by her own people. She has become as rebellious as the sea. She will not calm down unless and until she proves herself and wins the accepted challenge, answers for her insult and has her own say.

She will not calm down now. I still see her in the mirror. I know mirror always reflects perfectly. Mirror makes no mistakes. She is rigid, rebellious, firm and forceful, stubborn and self willed. She will win the challenge.

But still she is crying. Tears have not stopped. Also she is firm in her decisions. She is unmoved.

PS: Is it so much of a trouble for men/society to respect women?

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35 thoughts on “Challenge Accepted..!!”

      1. Then why does a woman not dominate a man in the family sometime? have you come across any woman who dominates and controls her husband or hr boyfriend to such an extent that she decides what he is to do that day, or whether he should work at a particular place or not, or work at all or not?

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  1. Not everyone looks badly at women but yes there are loopholes in the society. No matter how hard we try, there will always remain loopholes. It seems to be a helpless situation. I don’t know what to say. 😐

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  2. Hmm… deeply thoughtful. It captures the indignant rage of injustice. You have so much to offer, Moushmi! And your vulnerability will be rewarded. You have the heart of a seeker! “Behold! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him [her], and [s]he with me.” – Revelation 3:20. Thanks for your contribution!

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      1. Yes, indeed 🙂 I haven’t been part of this community very long. I put my dreams for writing aside long ago. But God has opened doors for me recently to begin this journey, and I think you will find, as I have, the tremendous support and encouragement all around you! Keep writing and seeking, Moushmi!

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  3. Bonjour CHALLENGE prends le temps
    D’aimer,de rire,de pleurer
    De lire , d’écouter l’intelligence
    De penser ,de jouer cela rappelle notre enfance
    De rêver , surtout de vivre car le temps passe vite
    Et surtout le bonheur d avoir des amis ou amies
    Je te souhaite une belle journée , une belle semaine

    Belle semaine aussi à tes amis et amies , à ta famille et tous ceux qui de l importance pour toi

    Gros bisous.

    Bernard

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