A brimming war!

Hello, hello!
Here we go again.

Hope everything is fine with you. But today there is not enough time to talk about that because the lapse is nearing, and time is streaming as fast as it could. Today, I will say some things that will need your special attention and the company of all your senses. Understand, but please do not overanalyze.

You remember how I told you that I am dying every moment of my life and I want to escape? The other day you asked me "How alone I'm?" Well, it seems the dead end is near and so are you to your answers.

If I were an ugly old hag, I would tell my granddaughter to please elope before she too collapses under the collosal wall of this immense mental and physical pain. She doesn't need you, not that she needed you before. She is already in a chance-medley, and Life probably knows how she likes to maneuver things alone and how she can not see her loved ones in pain, till the point she could handle it. But now, I am not entirely confident about what is going on with her and what will happen to her. So I would like to warn you that if you do not want to see yourself in a mess too, leave the company of humanity. She can not afford to support you, and you will soon feel the burden of one-sided emotions. She is cold and the worst you could possibly imagine. Do not even try to fathom the things she is going through in her life. Do not ask her anything, just run before it is too late.

Honestly, the journey of Woman and Rape is the one which, if I just slightly exaggerate, could be easily penned down in history. Life would have gladly accepted your company but skepticism can never be selfish to that extent, knowing what it will cost. Let her be, but you need to detach yourself gradually. Difficult at first, but not impossible. Do not speculate, do not imagine, do not question.

Most importantly, do not doubt her integrity towards self respect, the bond she has shared with dignity, do not think it to be another sham and that she was superficial with life, do not think she is too proud, or she is too self-centered, do not think she is selfish in saying this to everyone reading.

If you still want to stay, which I would definitely not suggest you (humanity) to do, then be ready to face a war. A war by her side. A war which would grind the remaining parts of your heart, which is left from your first heart-break. You are not allowed to be half there, and leave the war in mid-flight. A war which will know no consequence and after which you will be living maybe, but without any substance. What is the use of such a living? Your mother already wears her armour to her bed every night. But do you want to fight another war? Would not it be tiring for you? Will you be able to fight a war which has nothing to do with you, yet you will be wounded? Will you be able to live with this much of uncertainty every night you go to sleep? Will you be able to become that selfless? So, why not leave before the war starts? You need to question these to yourself.

If any day the war ends, and Women are alive with even one-fourth of substance, she will come to you to bid adieu. But for now, let her fight alone in the battlefield because you would not be able to sustain the intensity of her war. This also answers your question that 'Why it is my choice to be alone?'

After knowing all these, if you are still adamant to stay by her side, then stay. But do not supress her with the guilt, shame and embarrassment in the future that she forced you to stay with the sly intention of strengthening her army. Because I have already warned you. And if your heart does not accompany, you are allowed to leave immediately. She doesn't want to be a disappointment for years and so on. She will hold no grudge, rather she will be happy for you.

Hope you will think about this, because now the choice is yours. Stand up and fight against the injustice of severe brutality by rapists or hide babbling.


Till then,
take your time.



PS-: A letter to my grand daughter. Juvenile or Adult, death is the only justice to rapists!

PS -: On an average everyday when sun sets, a rape occurs. This picture of birds migrating perfectly describes the sensible scenario we're living in. (Sarcasm).