The red dot on a woman’s forehead is a display of marital bliss. The violence with which it is erased on the death of her husband reinforces this belief.
Sumedha smiled at the thought of how the red dot was like a beacon of hope to all those lecherous old men who thought nothing of hugging her lustily in the garb of fatherly love. This was particularly evident when Suraj was away on a business trip.
There was no way she could complain about it as there was nothing in their action of hugging that seemed inappropriate. Only the person being hugged would know. She tried resisting a couple of times but was misunderstood as being disrespectful! To maintain a harmonious ambiance in the family she gave in.
She blogged and vent her frustration against all of them, thanks to the anonymity the blogging world offered. And thus maintained her sanity to live and carry on the fight to another level someday.
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Sunday, October 4, 2009
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