Naina stood in the kitchen alone with a heavy heart full of agony, dejection and
many more; her hands were trembling like a patient of Epilepsy as they gripped the
edge of the sink. The thunderstorm was creating havoc in the outer space and the
mother nature was fighting back, but inside, a gloomy and suffocating silence was
ruling over Naina’s life.
The Satanic voice of her husband, Raghav has been echoing in her mind since last
night \u2013\u201cUseless. Can\u2019t you even cook a meal right ? What are exactly good at?\u201d
His words had been sharper than the knife in her hand and the bruise on her arm
throbbed like an unspoken truth. Naina had helplessly embraced such insults and
belittling remarks long back.
But something had shifted last night. Something small but monumental.
Her daughter, Meera, had been playing quietly in the corner; her wide, innocent
eyes were aware of every word, every tone. She had seen Naina flinch at Raghav\u2019s
yelling; she had noticed her shrink in his presence. And that night suddenly, she
had raised her voice \u2013\u201cDon\u2019t talk to Mama like that.\u201d It was a whisper, barely
audible but it had stopped Naina in her tracks. Raghav had scoffed and ignored it,
but Naina couldn\u2019t. Meera\u2019s small voice, full of defiance and love, echoed in her
heart. For the first time, Naina could see what Meera saw \u2014 not a weak woman,
rather a mother, a protector. She finally realized that \u2018silence\u2019 can never be the
\u2018survival\u2019.
Today, the thunderstorm inside her raged louder than the one outside. She looked at
the door, knowing what lay beyond it \u2014 a world that might be just as harsh, just as
unforgiving, but also filled with possibilities. Naina felt the fear twist in her
stomach, but the fear failed to overpower her self-esteem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Raghav\u2019s voice broke the silence. \u201cDinner better be ready, Naina.\u201d She turned, her
heart pounding. \u201cIt\u2019s not,\u201d she said with a steady voice \u201cAnd I\u2019m not cooking it.\u201d
He looked up, stunned. For a moment, he seemed unsure of what to say, as if her
words had short-circuited the power he had always assumed over her. \u201cWhat did
you just say?\u201d His voice dripped with disbelief, but she met his gaze, unwavering
and said, \u201cCan\u2019t you listen? I\u2019m not cooking any dinner tonight. Neither I will ever
cook dinner for you. I\u2019m leaving you, Raghav.\u201d She grabbed her bag, feeling the
weight of years of silence lifting with every step toward the door.
Raghav stood up and erupted in rage just like a volcano, but Naina was no longer
afraid. Behind her, Meera appeared, clutching her mother\u2019s hand. They walked out
into the rain and the door of abuse and trauma was slammed behind them. The
thunder roared above, but inside Naina, there was only peace, serenity and liberty.
For the first time in years, she wasn\u2019t running from the storm. She was walking
through it, head held high, her voice finally heard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Naina stood in the kitchen alone with a heavy heart full of agony, dejection andmany more; her hands were trembling like a patient of Epilepsy as they gripped theedge of the sink. The thunderstorm was creating havoc in the outer space and themother nature was fighting back, but inside, a gloomy and suffocating silence wasruling over Naina’s life.The Satanic voice of her husband, Raghav has been echoing in her mind since lastnight \u2013\u201cUseless. Can\u2019t you even cook a meal right ? What are exactly good at?\u201dHis words had been sharper than the knife in her hand and the bruise on her armthrobbed like an unspoken truth. Naina had helplessly embraced such insults andbelittling remarks long back.But something had shifted last night. Something small but monumental.Her daughter, Meera, had been playing quietly in the corner; her wide, innocenteyes were aware of every word, every tone. She had seen Naina flinch at Raghav\u2019syelling; she had noticed her shrink in his presence. And that night suddenly, shehad raised her voice \u2013\u201cDon\u2019t talk to Mama like that.\u201d It was a whisper, barelyaudible but it had stopped Naina in her tracks. Raghav had scoffed and ignored it,but Naina couldn\u2019t. Meera\u2019s small voice, full of defiance and love, echoed in herheart. For the first time, Naina could see what Meera saw \u2014 not a weak woman,rather a mother, a protector. She finally realized that \u2018silence\u2019 can never be the\u2018survival\u2019.Today, the thunderstorm inside her raged louder than the one outside. She looked atthe door, knowing what lay beyond it \u2014 a world that might be just as harsh, just asunforgiving, but also filled with possibilities. Naina felt the fear twist in herstomach, but the fear failed to overpower her self-esteem. Raghav\u2019s voice broke the silence. \u201cDinner better be ready, Naina.\u201d She turned, herheart pounding. \u201cIt\u2019s not,\u201d she said with a steady voice \u201cAnd I\u2019m not cooking it.\u201dHe looked up, stunned. For a moment, he seemed unsure of what to say, as if herwords had short-circuited the power he had always assumed over her. \u201cWhat didyou just say?\u201d His voice dripped with disbelief, but she met his gaze, unwaveringand said, \u201cCan\u2019t you listen? I\u2019m not cooking any dinner tonight. Neither I will evercook dinner for you. I\u2019m leaving you, Raghav.\u201d She grabbed her bag, feeling theweight of years of silence lifting with every step toward the door.Raghav stood up and erupted in rage just like a volcano, but Naina was no longerafraid. Behind her, Meera appeared, clutching her mother\u2019s hand. They walked outinto the rain and the door of abuse and trauma was slammed behind them. Thethunder roared above, but inside Naina, there was only peace, serenity and liberty.For the first time in years, she wasn\u2019t running from the storm. She was walkingthrough it, head held high, her voice finally heard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_eb_attr":"","content-type":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[79,76],"tags":[90,94,26],"class_list":{"0":"post-6781","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-flashfiction-golpolekharlorai","7":"category-golpolekharlorai","8":"tag-golpolekharlorai","9":"tag-competition-2","10":"tag-techno-india-group"},"yoast_head":"\n