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Loneliness


At times, Shri feels that in her four years of married life, there is no one besides a crow. The crow's nest is in the deodar tree by the road. It's vaguely round, made with a few twigs and long strips of torn plastic. When children climb the nearby fig tree with sticks to pluck the clusters of figs, the crow and its mate caw loudly. Agitated, they hop from branch to branch of the bare tree next to it. Shri understands that there are eggs in the nest. It's the time for incubating the eggs to hatch the chicks.
Shri and the crow have an understanding. When she sits on the ledge of her fourth-floor window, the crow can see her from the kitchen of the third-floor flat opposite. As soon as she wakes up in the morning, she makes tea and absentmindedly stirs in the sugar. The spoon clinks sweetly against the cup. The crow tilts its head and watches her.
Shri's chest is quite heavy, what is known as closed-shaped breasts, as if the two breasts competed to grow like large, ripe wood apples and suddenly stopped. Shantanu's hands don't reach for them as often anymore, his job is too high-pressure. And because she hasn't had a child, her breasts haven't sagged at all. It seems like only a thin thread could pass between her heavy breasts. Shri wonders if her breasts will get even bigger if she has a baby. She thinks but can't keep thinking.  

Rice in hand  

In the rice in hand ceremony, there is always an underlying element of disrespect towards women. Sulagna, after taking a bath, applied sindoor in front of her sister-in-law and pondered over this thought while covering her head with the pallu of her saree.
In front of her stood Anshuman. Arranging everything neatly on a large plate, Sulagna's mother-in-law extended it towards Anshuman and said, "Now, hand this over to Sulagna and say that you are taking responsibility for her sustenance and clothing for the rest of her life."
"Only sustenance and clothing! What about the cost of her accessories, the monthly parlor visits? Does Anshu plan to provide nothing for those?"
As Anshuman carelessly uttered, "I take responsibility," one of his friends commented, "And Sulagna, she won't take any responsibility?"
"What responsibilities do women have? Sulagna had already quit her job following her mother's advice."
"There is one, there is one! As soon as possible, Sulagna must give us a beautiful baby. Isn't it so? Will you not give us one?"
"Oh, just look at the shy face of the bashful one, everyone..."  

Bridal Makeup 

Fair-skinned girls look great with dark-skinned boys. Just like you and brother. Just like the pair of Hardik Pandya and Natasa.

• Now, make a little pout --- Sonali uses a thick kabuki brush to blush Nandita's cheeks, making her look shy and bashful.
  
  
• Mom chose you after seeing sixty-two brides. For the first two years, just enjoy with each other. Don't forget to take your pill!
  

With the artistry of the eyebrow pencil, Nandita's brows become thick, and her sister-in-law applies another coat of eyeshadow to her eyelids. She thickens her eyelashes with mascara.
Nandita, who studied Bengali Honors, suddenly thinks that today, women must become alluring. 'Romoni' means the one who lies down during the act of love.  


Second Wedding Night 

Tonight is Roma's wedding night. This means that tonight, Raja will receive the social license to lay Roma down on a bed strewn with flowers for the first time. From tonight, Raja and Roma's new marital journey in society will begin.
Perhaps, at this moment, someone is sketching Roma's lips anew, dipped in eroticism. Perhaps someone is lifting Roma's chin afresh and adorning her eyes with dense lashes. Roma's new sister-in-law might be laughing a lot and occasionally making very vulgar jokes with her.
Suddenly, Rohit feels that when love is lost, when the explosive power of love is gone, an eternal pyre burns fiercely within the heart, but it no longer brings warmth like before; instead, a burning intensity is felt. 


Sex Swapping 

As a man, my first night of union was very joyous. But as a woman, it was terrifying. Every time I think of the fact that tonight, Pradeep will penetrate me on this bed strewn with flowers, I feel helpless. It feels like I am being chained, dragged to a bed adorned with both flowers and thorns. This bright red vermillion in my parting, the heavy mangalsutra around my neck, the weighty bangles and bracelets on my hands, aren’t they all symbols of my enslavement? The bangles feel so heavy as if my hands are cuffed, the earrings are so heavy that I can't shake my head to say no. It feels like Pradeep's name is etched into my bodice, into the cords of my saree, into the hooks of my blouse.
Did Pradeep feel the same way? When he was Sutapa?  


Changing Roles  

Marriage. But the faces of the bride's family were sullen. Saikat was happy. Balaka would manage everything.
On the day of the reception, people couldn't take their eyes off the beautifully dressed Saikat. Not only was he a doctor, but he was also extraordinarily handsome. It was as if a Greek god's statue was sitting on the groom's chair. The intricately designed sherwani and kurta suited the new groom, Saikat, perfectly.
In this house, loud laughter was prohibited. Saikat's mother-in-law did not like it at all. Saikat was astonished to hear this from his brother-in-law. Was there a government tax on laughter?
If the atmosphere was so tense on the day of the reception, Saikat wondered how the other days would be at his mother-in-law's house! Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought of his parents.