It's never easy to forget

The couple in happier times


Love comes at a price. Sometimes at the cost of your life. Experiences have taught most of us and those who are living in denial “Heard of Nitish Katara?”
Justice in his case was delayed but not denied whether it was just is a debatable issue to which I don’t intend to join. While we don’t spare a minute in expressing our disgust over the tragic end, we also don’t lose a minute in criticizing his ladylove. The love that betrayed him at the time he needed her to testify.
She is a part of India where being a woman itself is a life sentence. Where education is nothing more than an accessory to attract better prospects in the marriage market. Where it is fashionable to have wives who are tuned to spend most of their days in the kitchen and nights welcoming the husband with legs apart whenever he pleases. In between her busyness, she also has to deliver an heir to the family who has to be a son and till the time her goal is achieved she either keeps producing like a manufacturing unit or the husband marries more. And whatever time is left, she does have to impress the guests with her hospitality that includes few (easy to understand) English conversations.
Let us admit that such India does exist, even today. Unfortunately, that India isn’t too far from us. And the lady here is a part of that India. She is a victim herself with unsaid trauma that we would never get to know. Not only has she lost her love but forced to lose her voice too. Betrayed by her own people, she has lost the most precious possession of life – freedom.
Her denial to even acknowledge her relationship with Nitish was hard to take. But how hard it must have been to continue living without a thought about the lost love? The slightest of upheaval scars us for lives and our memory gets too stubborn in erasing those. Can she ever erase the memory of the end of her love story under such brutal circumstances? Not a day in her life would have passed without remembering him and her helpless situation to bring justice to herself. Because what was committed wasn’t just against the Katarias, a particular Yadav too was made to suffer. The silence and haunting loneliness in her eyes would have spoken, if they could.
Life couldn’t have been any same for her. Nitish must have been the hope for her. The hope of things better to come. The hope of freedom from a society that kills her before her birth. The brutal end would have killed her in ways more than eyes could meet.
Wish she had a mother like Nitish’s. A mother who would teach her to fight and give her an indomitable spirit. Isn’t it strange that India is a country of paradoxes? The same country where a woman’s sheer grit and determination booked the powerful culprits for life. While on the other hand, another woman was forced into silence without even given an opportunity to grieve at her loss.

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