Reference:: The unventured territory by (Spoiler alert) .

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I don't remember, how small i was when I came here , my in-laws said three years maybe,

I just remember two faces before this life,

Were they really made of flesh, giving away their only baby.

I remember a big man , not very beautiful ,

Neither by face nor by heart,

They used to say he holds the strings of my life,

He was my husband and i was his wife.

The big man said , first one was deceased, the second and third ones still childless,

I was the fourth one , it seemed, oblivious to the plight of my life, too inquisitive and too guileless.

Questions after questions led to thwacking and whipping ,

Body all black and blue , scarlet drops from lips dripping.

The only solution they found to silent me was a salt sack,

My throat burned with each swallow, I cried holding my tears back.

If dawns were inky then nights were darker,

Pubescence was a nightmare,

Painting my life with a pitch black marker.

The five days each month were a bloody heaven,

Rest all days, my insides were a dirty white hell,

A cheerful rabbit I was then , now became a scaredy turtle without a shell.

Torturing days and nights went by, but the benefit they expected was far fetched,

The names they called me , made my bowels retched.

Nobody thought that the he could also have the inadequacy,

My worthlessness for them , led me to become someone else's eyes' delicacy.

In the murky dead of night, a few shadows were visible,

One, no two , no three yes three ,now invincible ,

A peace was there , that this could be the last pumelling ,

What i didn't expect was my own brothers-in-law will do my mauling.

Brother? A dry chuckle left my throat at this label,

their conscience were muddy,

Monsters they were , assaulting my soul, crushing my respect, leaving their dirt in my body.

Fear of being caught , visible in their eyes , they beat me to death with burnt wooden sticks,

Silencing the breaths would be the best way to silence the voice, I forgot the count of the punches, thrashes and kicks.

When I was lying in dirt, body covered with grime and blood on my face,

A soft hand grasped me motherly, i was unaware, then started a new phase.

My body was all jelly, head as if being hammered,

Lifting eyelids was a war, my larynx as if being rammered.

I laid on a bed, a few days in and out of sunlight ,

One fine morning, my eyes opened to a beautiful sight.

Had anyone told me before, God can be found, i would have laughed at their jest,

But this God, my Govind , my khevanhaar had saved my broken nest.

His tender touch on my folded hands was so humble,

His soft words were soothing , the depth of his orbs made my heart rumble.

I asked him to take care of my unborn, if i stay no more,

But his determined encouragement brought waves to my dry shore.

He gave me a small brown block, wrapped in a golden foil,

Tasted as sweet as his voice, fading the bitterness of my own turmoil.

One day Govind and a beautiful princess with him took me to their home,

Letters and numbers became my new pillars, this new family my dome.

One day, princess adorned me just like her, beautiful looking and beautiful smelling,

Govind embraced me that day , and my walls were slowly crumbling.

Slowly , slowly i realised that princess was no-one else but Govind's Radha, his love ,his wife

And i am Mira , supposed to love him from afar all my life.

God gave me a gift , a cute little bundle of joy,

I named him after Govind,

I married another man, to save him,

At his deathbed , he asked a promise and I gave him.

To destroy my Govind and his wife, in order to save my life,

Just words they were , because even the thought of hurting him was like gulping a knife.

Govind is my God, unreachable , inaccessible , but still resides in my heart,

To love him from afar is my destiny, Mira's devotion is itself an art.

Chhod sab Sakhiyo Saheli

Savle Gudde Se Kheli

Balpan Ki Preet Saanchi

Saavre Ke Rang Raachi

preet Ki Sachi Kahani

Ho Gayi

Duniya Se Meera Begani Ho Gayi

Sab Raaz Rango Se Pare

Wo Prem Ki Baate Kare

Maane Na Jag Ki Rit Ko

Dhundhe Wo Mann Ke Meet Ko

Rista Naya Rach Ne Lagi

Chhod sab Sakhiyo Saheli

Savle Gudde Se Kheli

Balpan Ki Preet Saanchi

Saavre Ke Rang Raachi.

Glossary::

Dystopian- an imagined society where there is great injustice and suffering.

Deceased -- dead

Guileless-- innocent

Pumelling--- strike repeatedly with fists

Mauling--- attack by animal causing serious injury.

Larynx-- voice box

Rammered-- hit with a tool.

Govind--here referred to Anirudh (since draupadi used to call her saviour govind)