Ms. Typewriter

There were hundred reasons to love her, But they chose one reason to hate her, They weren't her choice, But she was definitely their choice, She was that flower, Which they crushed for their happiness, She was that bird, Whose wings were clipped for their pleasure, She was that tear, Which never escaped from those painful eyes, She was that girl, Who was flawed by the Almighty, She was that being, Who was perfectly imperfect in her own world!

Six years of being married and as I was glancing through my wedding album I felt a sting in my heart. Maybe that was the last time I smiled and laughed genuinely. My eyes shone with many colourful dreams. The mere thinking of someone would be coming to my life to take care of me and love me like no one did, made me blush. Every photo had some or the other tale hidden within it. Now, when I look back I realise how wrong I was.  I never wanted this kind of marriage where compromises were only meant for a girl.  I didn't want this kind of a relationship were I was being verbally abused for their purpose of entertainment. I never wanted to be treated like a doormat by the one who promised me to stand by my side for the rest of my life. Now, I realise that, it was just a deal. My parents wanted me to get married soon so that my younger sibling won't suffer and his parents wanted someone whom they could torture and release all their mental turmoil which they suffered during their tim