I am a woman. I am no more a figment of your imagination. You can no longer create me and label- mother, wife, daughter, whore. I am no more ready to be sacrificed at the alter of your lust. I don’t need to validate my existence with half of your name tagged behind mine. I am myself a name, an identity, an individual. You can burn me, skin me, beat me and rape me, which you have done all through the ages but my voice does not die with my body. I refuse to play the part of the muse in the day and the whore you bed at night, I will no longer tolerate your lechery, your appreciation of the vermilion mark, I am aware of the slumber you had put in me ages ago, I no more need a fairytale prince charming to live happily ever after. I refuse to answer a matrimonial advertisement, wanting a fair, beautiful, slim, convent-educated homely girl. Truly I can create a home but my creation does not end there. I can create a whole sky, a new cosmos and most importantly I can create you. I am the depth of the dusk, I am the vastness of the ocean, I am the multitude of the wave, I can be the defiance of the stone and yet I can be the gentleness of the wax. I can be the fragility of flower and yet I can be the conviction of a child’s prayer. Leave me, burn me, molest me, hate me, tease me, taunt me, beat me, rape me, things you have been doing for ages but history proves you can never ignore me-I am a WOMAN. if u wanna knw me.....u should ve to catch me...when u wanna catch me....if u can..u wil feel tht there is nothing new sooooo u turn back...........and may b i admire ur investigating power.......& nw i trun back & slowly leave the place......with d gems of................ jodi boli............sahoj kotha thik tatota sohoj noi....