Girls are disrobed for wearing low-waist pants like me


So unprotected as a person in the society

Outside the relationship

Ain’t they?

I asked curiously

The sanctity of marriages hinge upon blue films

Pictures stir men’s emotions

That day I sat my scooty in the shadow of the laden mango tree

My drape fell down, lay sweeping the grassy lawn

As our gaze met and your eyes feathered my tumescent curves

I flushed..

a frisson of ineffable bliss ran down my spines…

Curling the pergola of my skin

Our souls collided…

My gaze dropped as I whirled around and wrapped back my drape again

You let out a roar of laughter along with your sister

Your wife cringed behind the door


Physically, emotionally, socially unsafe

And insecure within a relationship

Your sister giggled

Letters and pictures of books crammed with fictional stories

Flied like birds

You slid blinkers on your wife’s eyes

I felt so safe

In the relationship

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures with her kids.

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