AND THEN I MET HER

I'd encountered countless women who said they were
unimaginably tired—that they'd certainly collapse into an
abominable heap; even after getting up from a boundless
number of hours of celestial rest and revitalizing sleep,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were brutally
emaciated—that the pangs of hunger would certainly kill them;
evenafter gobbling virtually every succulent delicacy on this
fathomless earth,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were miserably
shy—that they'd certainly swoon infront of the tiniest of
mosquito; even after bathing each conceivable pore of their
body; mind and soul under the Sun for times immemorial,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were
egregiously drowning—that they'd most certainly asphyxiate
their last breath under water; even after the endless chain of
waves had miraculously and flawlessly transported her to the
safe shores,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were sinful
untouchables—that their religion would never enable them to
mélange with the rest of the planet; even after the Lord had
himself descended before them and told them that all religions
on this earth are equal and one,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were abysmally
purposeless—that their life would just evaporate into
nothingness as it came; even after each royal stroke of destiny
unveiled an infinite vistas of newness and opportunity infront of
them,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were dismally
directionless—that their existence was like the hackneyed
pauper till their grave; even after the Omnipotent light paved a
way clearer than their soul on every step they dared tread,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were flagrantly
scorched—that their throats would certainly turn to charcoal of

thirst; even after merrily guzzling down-infinite a can of fruit
beer; wine and spring water on the trajectory of this earth,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were
inexplicably thwarted—that their life would end this very instant
of depression; even after every tangible and intangible
happiness of existence was copiously fed to them in a golden
spoon each minute,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were
agonizingly suffocating—that they'd almost forgotten the scent
of fresh air; even after inexhaustibly floating in the clouds of
desire-where there blew nothing else but the unstoppable wind
of euphoric life,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were deplorably
incomplete—that they'd dolefully look forward now only to the
next birth; even after being blessed with an immaculate
husband; children and an unendingly boisterous jugglery of kin,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were hideously
exploited—that their livid bodies would now never fetch heaven;
even after being worshipped as nothing else but—daughter;
wife; mother; aunt and all the conceivable sacred relations that
the planet was bound to,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were
ignominiously ugly—that they always sequestered their maudlin
grotesque face under the cloak to weep; even after ecstatically
winning the ultimate glory crown of "Miss Universe" for every
successive year,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were tawdrily
second hand—that they wanted to commit suicide rather than
being the consolation prizes of their husbands; even after
wantonly philandering themselves with every handsome on the
globe—whilst their husbands just stared and tolerated in humble
submission,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were unfinished
wombs—that they unrelentingly cried to seek the blessings of

the Creator; even after giving birth to so many a beautiful and
bountiful baby girl child,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were
irretrievably blind—that they saw nothing else but devilish
darkness capsizing their innocence every instant; even after
astoundingly differentiating the nth shade of their choice-for the
fabric they planned to adorn on top of their skimpy outfit,
I'd encountered countless women who said they were
mercilessly abandoned—that they'd been left amidst a pack of
savage wolves to find their non-existent way; even after
haughtily ordering a countless of their slaves to lick their floors
and walls clean of the last speck of grime,
I'd encountered countless women who said they had abruptly
ended—that they'd never ever been given a second chance by
the chapters of acridly harsh life; even after an infinite heavens
of glorious newness had opened at each bit of goodness that
they did,
And then I met her—who gave up on everything even before
anything opportune could happen to her; even before the tiniest
insinuation of happiness could bless her; even before the mantra
of goodness and miracle could try and help her; even before she
could alight a single foot to try and test her true worth on this
Omniscient soil .

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