I wait for it every month. I know it aches, but still I wait. A bleed or a curse or a shame? After all a bleed, may be; I still wait. Assuming it to be a good sign, I endure that pain. As if knifes striking my lower back, needles pricking my abdomen, and heavy soreness on breasts, my sins are washed away as blood, on the cotton pad. I sense a sort of inconvenience between my thighs, as the blood stains were outspreading. I wake up before anyone to take bath, so that nobody could smell the disgust on my body. I wrap it inside a black polythene, because I don’t want to be judged on that. I question, are these the cry of women’s body? Nevertheless, this one week of vital blood served me the sentence that I’m a complete woman. Yes, those impure blood is the reason behind every pregnancy.
Women must be brave enough to say they’re off at work/anywhere because of menstruation, instead of hiding behind headache or back pain. It is always better to show the world we are courageous. Red Dots are Pride. Be proud!
Every month we recieve a call; a call from the uterus.
Something is on the way.
We rush to check if we have stained.
No, not yet.
We check twice or thrice before going to bed.
And later, we wake up with immense pain.
A war of 5 days.
Laying straight on bed, with those sticky pads rubbing and striking our thighs.
You see us walking with legs wider.
Because it’s inconvenient; it’s so uncomfortable.
We feel so hungry, but really don’t wish to eat anything.
We go to the workplace, and work with physical pressure.
Hell lot of mood swings.
Nobody cares; nor they’re willing to.
After a tiring day, we take a hectic travel to reach home.
We try to sleep and try to find one comfortable position to sleep peacefully.
Hell no. We feel every drop of blood that’s dripping.
The cramps are horrible.
We survive the pain.
We breathe through the rotten blood smell.
We bleed so that the Earth can have enough lives.
Our blood is a Siren that indicates we’re healthy and normal.
Men, take our pain more serious. We tolerate it beyond limits. Just three days. It won’t last longer. Adjust with us.
Red dots on our back are not a shame, but pride.
Because, Bleeding is a Blessing. ❤