The hut was silent. She entered; there was no one in sight, her mother, siblings none were there. She came out after hanging her school bag from the hook on wall and changing her school dress.
She entered the kitchen; her food was at place, carefully covered. There was no sign of her mother.
She finished her supper of rice and a little curry, quickly washed her hands and went out to play with her friends.
It was evening when she returned home, her mother was back, so were her siblings.
Her tiny brother ran to her, “Didi it’s your marriage!”
She looked at her mother but she pretended that she was not listening to them and started to chop the vegetables with great attention.
“Ma?” she looked at her with terrified eyes. She has seen her whispering with some women quite frequently these days.
A handful of young girls of their village had been wed off through these women, they never returned. Their families get letters from distant places like Haryana or Madhya Pradesh, Money Orders but these girls never come to visit.
“Ma?” she repeated her question.
“It’s been fixed, the boy works in a Jute Mill in Gujarat. They are demand-less, not only that, they will bear the expenses of the marriage.” Her mother turned her back and started to cook.
“Don’t be selfish!”
A NOTE – hundreds or more girls from West Bengal are married off (?) to states where female population are too low in comparison to male population, mostly their parents get money from the pimps who act as middle-men/women, A society which just won’t let the dowry system rot in hell makes its daughters bleed in its name.
This month I will share my knowledge on this curse.