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A woman scorned
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"It is over whether you accept it or not; my decision is made and nothing and no one will change it. I want a divorce," with these words the woman got up. There was no hatred or anger in her face, only deep sorrow. And shame, that was what I could see in the eyes of the man sitting in front of me.
How the roles had reversed I thought. One terrible day last year, this man had uttered these very words. "I want a divorce." And the woman had screamed, sobbed, and begged saying, "No, No, No. Please don't divorce me! Kill me but don't leave me. Let me die as your wife, please, please, please..."
Now, the man got up to leave. "I still don't understand...," he started, but could not finish. He left. He didn't understand, but I could - because I am a woman? I don't know. What I do know is what happened. It couldn't have happened any other way. This woman, my friend had come to my place one morning, some ten months back. She was miserable, absolutely crushed. After eight years of marriage, her husband had found a new lover.
Such issues were not discussed openly at home then. And confronting the husband was not the done thing, either. "I feel I have failed as a woman...," she lamented like so many other wronged wives who think that if a man strays out of marriage it is a reflection on the their shortcomings and not on the husband's character. Nothing I said could have changed her mindset at that time. But still I tried and failed to console her. So eventually, I just asked her, "What are you going to do now?"
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Wiping her tears, gathering herself, she had declared, "I am going to get my husband back." I was not exactly surprised. This again was a typical Indian housewife speaking. With fierce determination in her eyes, she had said, "Savitri got Satyavan back from the land of dead. I too will show what a devoted wife can do!" Well, Satyavan was faithful to his wife till death and had been brought back from the dead. He never wanted to leave her. But my friend was seeking to play the role of Sati Savitri, while her husband was not any Satyavan; far from it.
But you can never argue logically with an emotional decision, so I wished her luck and sent her back home with a silent prayer. She was to need it for the ordeal that followed. In the beginning, my friend (again like so many other wives) took heart in the false hope that at the end of the day he would come back to her and their home. She wouldn't complain even if he came home late sometimes and gave excuses.
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