What do you call a woman who has never truly felt the essence of womanhood? Today, we
encounter a story of such a face—a woman who has become a lifeless corpse in the living world, her
once soothing smile now transformed into a faint smirk. A woman unknown to the vicious cycle of
human emotions, left entirely alone. She could be likened to a peafowl, with iridescent blue and
green plumage, enrapturing all who gaze upon her.
This is Chitralekha, a woman who protects herself from all axis and never dampen the spirit of her
family, refusing to be diminished by the scrutiny of men.
From childhood, we are taught to worship gods and goddesses, to be devout and recognize their
undetermined powers over this world. Yet, this naïve, sweet, devout sapling has no one she can call
family. No man has extended a helping hand, no woman has empathized with her. She stands alone
in this crowded world. She has not raised her voice for revenge, nor claimed her political rights. One
day, she simply stood up and led both women and men who were once untouched, fearful of being
seen.
Her journey began on a day she barely managed to survive. The river's relentless currents carried her
to an unfamiliar door. It may sound fictional, but for some, such tales are their harsh reality.
Creeping and Crawling to the door, she entered and discovered a world of pleasure, reserved only
for the sake of a perishable body. "Yes, I want happiness and joy. Yes, I want to live," she exclaimed
with a mixture of fear and determination. She sought to survive, to navigate a world where her body
was a commodity.
Her constant comparison of herself to inanimate objects revealed her troubled mind. "Now I am a
fruit basket," she would say. "People purchase me and consume me with tight burps. My life is lost.
Yes, but this is my fate. The river has dropped me here with a clean slate.”
Through all the hardships and degrading experiences, Chitralekha developed a new rage, an anxiety
born of resilience. She no longer wished to be a puppet in the hands of the gods, lifeless and
emotionless, dancing for the joy of others. She yearned to reclaim her humanity and live on her
terms.
She is a slut, she is a whore, she is an unscrupulous girl.
She enjoys the arms of different beings.
covers her days with varied earls.
Yes, she breaths hard all day long for satisfaction.
But gets gratification of happiness of her own.
There was a time when she was untouched, a unicorn bait.
Knows no boundaries of the vicious, brutal heartless fate.
She was the real worshipers, true devotee of omniscient god.
An articulated smile glimpses her eternal beauty of her face.
Her tender arms carried the need strongly till zenith
But one day caught into the trap of barbarous men in need
who wringed her soul, distorted her emotions, blackened her beauty,
cease her desire and halted her way of happiness all alone.
Now she is nothing into this trap.
Somehow, she stood up, took the long breath to suck up
and reach there, where the destiny decided to flip her
She agreed to it rigidly
and accepted her role.
Caring for none
Walked off her abode
And became a pool of overflowing love
She is the ocean of her beloved
Making everyone drown in blood.
She is truly a bold and stoic lover,
Engulfing all the pain with grace,
Bestowing ease and comfort to discover,
For multitudinous admirers in her embrace.
Society flaks upon her.
Tempter, seducer, instigator, lecherous.
Accepting all their ruthless commands.
She has transformed now and gone through metamorphosis.
Left all the pomp and show of ornamental genesis
covered her up by the veil of white cloth.
Her face glittering with purity,
she stepped forward onto a holy ashram.
She flows her tender soul upon the bed of rocks.
Washes her milky body with soap of ash
and survive with the regular chanting of “ओम”
Beholding the captivating beauty the saint’s eyes sparkled
with sensuousness for being the penchant lover.
What is this? She gazed in disgust
God – this is your justice for me
Is this my destiny – unraveled and unjust!
