Rape Victims Met in the Heaven

*An imaginary conversation between those who were raped in India and killed/committed suicide/died as the treatment at the hospital didn’t save them*
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“I was traveling alone in the night with just one friend in a private bus. Maybe, it was my mistake,” Jyoti Singh (Nirbhaya) kick-started the conversation.
“Yeah, I was so stupid to visit the Shakti Mills, Man. I shouldn’t have. Damn!” added the one sitting next to her, caressing her shoulders.
“Maybe the soft plumpness of my breasts or the scarlet lipstick provoked them to do,” Jyoti Singh said.
“My sister was a child, she was yet to develop full-grown breasts, and we’ve both had no opportunity to touch lipsticks, but was still raped and hanged,” said the 14 and 16-year-old sisters wiping away their tears.
Age, maybe!
Hahahaha, I was 71 when I was raped.” the grandma rolled her eyes. “I was nothing. I was not beautiful. No lipsticks, hair color or whatever you young chicks do,
Clothes. Yes!
I was wearing a burkha, dude. My face was also covered. I’m not sure what provoked them,” fumed the lady.
Nationality?
I’m an American. I was raped in your country.” One said, with a tight fake frown. “They’d rape any woman, no matter what!”
Well, I was a newborn when I was raped,” said the child. “They just want a hole, apparently!
True that. I was raped and killed too,” said the guy and took a deep breath.
I am neither a woman nor a man – transgender, but, you know what happens to us, right?” sighed, the other.
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Why would you want to disperse the blame between the rapist and the victim?
Why is the heart inside your chest so completely numb?
The way she/he left the world – is a shame to you, me and the society.
And, you think by discussing the victim’s clothes, you’d uncover a great grand mystery?
A human with flesh, soul, and a purpose to live was forced to breathe their last.
How can you see a motionless body and find reasons to blame the soul that was residing in it?
What’s interesting in the search for a blemish of imperfection on the deceased?
Your curiosity hits a new high whenever a new rape case clouds the television screen – To what the dead owe this shame?
For you, a person raped is just another Facebook update or a tweet.
You’d share another funny meme in an hour, order a deep dish pizza, and grab a cold beer.
While her family’s eyes are growing heavy with your comments and they struggle to blink away that pain.
There can be only one reason for ‘rape’ – Mentality of the person committing the crime.
Stop blaming the victim.
Stop dispersing the blame.
— Kavipriya Moorthy

 

For the love of Handmade Items – Direct Create

I always pick souvenirs wherever I travel and most of them would probably be handmade. There’s a desi touch in handmade stuff, and that makes my souvenirs adorable and is always remembered. I’ve always wondered what are the specific handmade items that I’d find in places that I’ve not visited as yet. I always wanted to get them. And, BAM! Stumbled upon http://directcreate.com/ and I’m loving the website.
The website has details that are more than transparent – it brings together those who make handmade products, the designers, mediating collaborators and last but not least – most of us who love to spend our money on products that makes our soul happy, the buyers.
How amazing is that to find who made the product that you’re about to own? I was really thrilled about the very idea!
I should confess that I loved their blog – http://blog.directcreate.com/ more than the shopping experience, and seriously, the site gave me travel goals.
There are a lot of products that you can buy from them – a clean website categorized accordingly. Browse through https://shop.directcreate.com/lifestyle/decor and give a makeover to your lifestyle and home. There are so many products for Men, Women and indoor items. And, the best part yet? The products are absolutely good in quality and the price, so pocket friendly.
I received a beautiful notebook (blame the notebook fetish in me) – I so love the matte finish cover that’s neither hard bound nor softbound – it is so good that I keep staring at it. I also received a cute little multipurpose box and a pencil that I love. Here’s a picture of it.
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So, visit the website, buy your favorite and leave a comment on what you purchased and how’d you liked it.

 

Between my legs!

Blood trickled between my legs,
‘She’s ready for marriage,’ announced my mother.

I was married, within a few months,

She pulled me by my arms,
‘Do whatever he wants you to do, never say no, let him do anything, you just be quiet, alright?’ said my mom.

She claimed that it’s sex education.

And, there, he entered,

His lust filled zombie eyes gazed down at me,
He pushed me on to the bed,
Ripped me off my clothes,
He stood, rubbing himself,
He threw sloppy kisses all over my face,

A scream started to rise in my chest,
It erupted as a strangled gasp,
But, my mother’s words ‘Never shout or scream,’
Kept me from yelling loud,

His thighs against my open legs,
I squirmed beneath his still hips,
His hand squeezing my left breast,
His teeth biting my nipples,
He thrust hard into me,
Again and again and again,

I could feel nothing but pain, Unbearable pain.

How do I communicate this pain? I’m informed not to,
They’d call this ‘privacy’ to even discuss,
They’d undermine my hurt,
A flood of tears fell from my eyes,

He was done,
He rolled over next to me,
He didn’t care to look at my face.

I took a breath,
I groaned,
I grip the edges of the bed,
Gather myself to get up,

A sharp pain shoots up all over me,
Blood trickled between my legs.

— Kavipriya Moorthy

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Matrikas Stationery for the Journal-Fetish

Being a writer is about ‘typing’ a lot but still we use a ‘pen’ to denote the ‘writer’ in a person. As a writer myself, I yearn to own stationery stuff. I love post-its, pens, notebooks that are cute, and journals. So, I somehow stumbled upon this brand new website – http://www.matrikas.co.in/
A website that felt so ‘ethnic’ at first sight. I found the red journal with a feather denoting a ‘writer’ and this journal is so far one of the best. I don’t usually write on beautiful journals, I just keep them and admire. This journal’s title itself is ‘write’ and so I penned down my recent micro-fiction on it. It is a hardcover journal with a few adult-coloring pages between pages to keep you stress free and also, a few sheets of stickers that one could use to make their journaling experience interesting.
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I love the quality of the journal. More than enough pages, a hardcover bound, an elastic that prevents dog-ears or other usual slight damages that could happen to a notebook.
You can find more details about them on their website, and other social networking sites. Their products are also available on amazon.
Check them out, choose a diary/journal and leave a comment about it.