THE ONE AND ONLY HEARING.
It was the first hearing of Abhishek Shetty’s murder case. In that small kiosk of a police station, Sonali was the only one who was happy. There was a disturbing and shocking smile on her face. For her, it was better to live in a small rugged cubicle, than to die everyday on a bed of saturn. It has been ten days since her husband’s death and she had still not decided to speak.
The purpose of the murder was quite clear from the diary found in Sonali’s closet. Every page of her diary cried her heart out. There was pain and suffering in every spill of ink. One could easily imagine her getting screwed with every line in that journal. There was a victim, but accused was none. There were bruises but crime was none.
She spoke for the last time in court-
“I stabbed him in his heart. Not once, millions of times. I made multiple cuts; out of anger, fear, realisation of freedom. I am the murderer. But I am the victim too. I loved him alot. But I do hate him too. He would beat me for saying no. And would hurt me for agreeing. I was allowed to breathe. I was allowed to meet my friends and family. I was allowed to eat. But I was not allowed to say NO. I was raped every time he walked into the room and saw me there. And he called it making love. What changed so suddenly after getting married? I was a girl before and became a woman suddenly. I was supposed to become a wife. How come he made me a prostitute? I am a well-educated, growing scientist who was nominated for the ‘Scientist Of The Year Award’. I signed to take him as my lawful husband. When did I sign for becoming his sex slave? I remember being told that, he will be my god now. I remember getting aware of my responsibilities after marriage. Nobody mentioned that it would rip me apart. Nobody mentioned him being an animal. Nobody mentioned me being a prostitute. And even after marriage, I did try to understand him. I did try to compromise and adjust. But the pain I suffered daily for about two years was way more than my level of tolerance. That day I decided to end it. End of pain. End of crying. End of living. He justified his crime by saying that I am his ‘wife’. I don’t justify my crime. I just have one last wish to make. I want every parent to promise that they will make their girls aware that she has to become a ‘wife’. Tell her before marrying her. Prepare her. Tell her that she is born to become a prostitute ultimately. Don’t send her unprepared please. Show her the reality, that their is a man out their for your little princess who will use her body, inch by inch. Bruise her for every denial. And feed on her every night.
I plead myself guilty. Not for killing him. But for suffering so long.”
“Every Indian house has a Sonali who suffer this. The percentage of women that revolt is really low.
A ring and a pinch of vermilion is not a consent for getting raped. This is hard to understand. I feel sad for being a part of such a society.
And the worst part is that, it is not a criminal offence.”
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