Skip to main content


                Her hand slipped out of his, as soon as he fell asleep. The evening episode still fresh in her mind, she flinched, as she  felt the bruises on her soft hands.  He had complained about the rice being undercooked. Yet again. She stifled a sob as  she lay there, still as a statue,  scared she might waken him.   She turned slowly to look at him in the faint light that streamed through the slit in the heavy curtains. The slender beam of light failed to soften his harsh features.  
               Four years, and she still had been unable to come to terms with this life. With what had become of her life.  Marriage with this misogynist tyrant of a man -- all for her father's honour -- had robbed her of her very essence. Every time she looked at her reflection in the mirror,  she failed to recognise the sickly pale skeleton of a woman, who looked back at her.
             But, life changed. It had to. Wasn't that the rule of this world? 
              The eerie looking mask and the sword  that he had bought from the flea market, had disturbed her, at first. But, as she gazed at the sly smile on that one-eyed mask, she deduced 'it' was there for a purpose. 
             The mask would not be of much help, though, except frightening the hell out of people. But, the sword -- now, that sure could be used for some butchering, eh? she thought.
            And, the sly smile lingered on.
This post is part of Wordy Wednesday.
This week's prompt: Picture prompt. 



  1. Now it's time for execution, isn't it? Well done, Shilpa. Loved the story. :)

    1. Yes, Vinitha! There is a limit to everything. :)

  2. hehe... lovely take on the prompt... I'm struggling imagining a scenario with that pic :D

    1. :) Roshan, I, too, had a tough time coming up with this one.

  3. Hi Shilpa visiting your blog after a long,but your stories are as gripping as ever. I looked at that picture for too long and could not think of anything. A tough one, but you managed well.

    1. Hey, thanks so much, Anu! How have you been?
      Yes, it was tough! :)

    2. Been good. Not getting much tome to blog, so you know, I am fighting with my schedule..

  4. The mask with a weapon waa there for a reason. And she saw it. A lovely story .

  5. Great take on the picture prompt Shilpa! Quite the scenario you paint there! ;) <3

  6. Good that she made use of sword to protect her dignity


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

You are The Man!

I admit, I am late in discussing this event, but did you watch the controversial 'Koffee with Karan' episode, two weeks ago? The one where the ubertalented Kangana Ranaut and Saif Ali Khan were Karan Johar's guests on his famous couch, sipping coffee along with him? Did you notice Kangana's confidence and her sassiness?   Do you remember her repartees, her jibes, her ripostes that were well-aimed at Mr. Johar? How fearlessly she spoke her mind without mincing words! And, she was in conversation with one of the Big Daddies of Bollywood.

I confess, I am an admirer of Ms. Ranaut, and I was blown away by her candour. The fact that she gave two hoots about diplomacy, and about the men in power in the hindi film industry,  shows how self-assured she is. She wasn't born into the industry, with a silver spoon; she entered the industry as an "outsider", who, despite being written off by the industry bigwigs, worked her way up the very competitive ladder, right to…

How I wish I could turn back the clock!

"Youth comes but once in a life time!"

             Traversing through  life, how often do we look back wistfully at our past and wish we could go back, wish we could live it all over again, just one more time?   Each time we witness the young around us enjoying life, enjoying their freedom and pursuing dreams with an enviable vigour, how we wish we could swap places! Sigh.

             A few days ago, I happened to have a chat with a 23 year old cousin. Excited about her future and the plans she had chalked out for herself, she had quite a lot to share with me. The sparkle in her eyes and the enthusiasm in her voice spoke a lot about how eager she was to embark upon the path she had chosen! Her enthusiasm was, indeed, contagious, for it left me yearning to turn the clock back and re-enter that age I left behind almost 2 decades ago.

          Were I to find Aladdin's lamp, I would ask the Genie to transport me back to the past I so wish…

The motherhood challenge.

A  few days ago, a dear friend of mine wrote a touching post disapproving the 'motherhood challenge' that has been going viral on Facebook. Motherhood challenge is all about women posting pictures with their children and tagging other women, who according to them, are 'awesome mothers'. But, my friend felt that by adding the words challenge and dare,  they were drawing a divide between themselves and others who weren't blessed enough.  I was touched by her views that defended women who might feel marginalised by such a challenge, although that might not be the motive behind it at all.
          Wonder how many women would feel the way my friend did! How many of the 'blessed ones' try and understand that behind such decisions might lie a reason, a helplessness that gives a woman endless pain? We haven't chosen to stay childless because of a lack of fondness for children. There were reasons and circumstances that stood in the way of us holdin…