Stories

Bruises

She sat alone. Her lips torn. Her face bruised. Last night was rough. A drop of tear rolled down. The pain was getting worse. She looked at her hand. Red. She flinched in pain as she touched it.

“You are making a wrong choice” the words rung clearly in her head. Her mother was never in her support. “You will ruin your family! You will make me go down in shame!” Her father had said. Sigh. She had looked up to her husband for support. But everything went in vein.

“Your career isn’t as important as mine!” he said. Back answering wasn’t an option. But she had explored that. He raised his hand in return. He was her childhood love. What had changed over the years? He seemed like a stranger to her. Divorce. There was no other option left. Another tear rolled.

What else could she do? That’s when her door crashed open. “It’s time” said the man standing in the door. She could hear the bell. All her thoughts were flushed.

She got up. The bruises from the last fight were still fresh. But nothing could stop her. Today was the new day. She picked up her gloves to wear. As she looked up, the golden shimmer of her “World Heavy Weight Boxing Championship” title filled her eyes. She gave a half smile. Cracked yet bright. It had been a long way, but she had made it…

Today’s was truly the 8th of March. A day to celebrate her!