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নারী কোনটা বাড়ী তোর? বাপের টা, শ্বশুরের টা, নাকি বাজারের ওই মোড়? যেখানে চলে ছিলো তোর ধর্ষণ, সহ্য করে ছিলিস পৈশাচিক জোর, ছিড়ে ছিলো তোর মাংস পিন্ডগুলো কে; শুয়ে ছিলো গায়ের উপর। রক্ত যেখানে গড়িয়ে পড়ছিল যোনি থেকে তোর পায়ে, ভিড় থেকে কেউ হাত দিয়ে ছিলো,তোর ওই নগ্ন গায়ে। এখনো মা দূর্গার প্রতিমা যেখানে পায় স্থান, ঠিক সেখানেই না হয়ে ছিলো তোর ওই রক্তাক্ত স্নান? আজ পর্যন্ত মায়ের আরতি হয় যেখানে, চিবিয়ে ছিলো বুকটা তোর, সবাই কিন্তু সেখানে। কেউ দেখেছিলেন তোর যোনি কে হতে রক্তাক্ত, কেউ বা তোর সুডৌল স্তন দুটি কে, যদিও এরা ঠাকুরের  বড় ভক্ত। যেখানে হাঁটছিলিস খুড়িয়ে খুড়িয়ে, নিজের বস্র কুড়োতে, মায়ের ভোগ কিন্তু খাচ্ছিলো ওখানেই, পাড়ার সব বুড়োতে। যেখানে দূর্গা প্রতিমা দাঁড়ায় বুক চিতিয়ে, অসুরকে হারিয়ে, সেই বুক-ই ছিড়ে দিয়েছিলো অসুরেরা, চলে গিয়েছিলো এক দূর্গা কে মাড়িয়ে। তোদের আসলে কিছুই নেই, ওহ্ না আছে তো, যোনি, নিতম্ব, স্তন, কিন্তু সমাজের ব্যর্থতায় সেগুলো ও যে আজ আর তোদের নয়, সবই হয়ে দাঁড়িয়েছে আজ ধষর্কদের ধন। তাই না? ~ দেবজিৎ চক্রবর্তী

Hi, Ankita here. Will you please tolerate me for just two minutes, dear? It is because I just want to exchange some words with you. No, I do have friends, but they are really very few. Well, let me brief it down and start from the first, because I feel that's the only way to quench your thirst. Thirst that your eyes will be showing when I will start the conversation, and promise me that all the emotions you ran through, will get a definite mention. Okay, so it started two years back when winter hit  my state, and how coincidental is that, that was the same time vermilion hit my fate. Followed by some red splashes in between my thighs, or you can say in between my legs, well  everything does not go according to plan, doesn't matter how much a person begs. Yes, I did beg for love sometime, but did not force my husband when he showed disinterest. Then why he didn't repay me with the same gesture, when I too needed some rest? Yes, I know couples do fight som...

PERIOD! The word you do not want to hear, The blood you do not want to witness because of your fear, Is it only because it is coming out from the vagina? Or is it just because of the word BLOOD? Because if blood was the word responsible for your fear, you would not have leaned on to the girl, standing near. It is because, blood comes out of her body too, And that IS the same word that haunts you. Isn't it? How ironical is that you use the word Blood while cursing, And it is the same substance you may need, while someone will be nursing you because of the sheer lack of blood you may loose out of your vein, But even after knowing it is natural, you do not regret to sham a girl because of her stain. How sarcastic is it that kids now, can even smell misogyny around them, However for you, breaking a woman's hymen is not an act of shame. I wonder why not, because blood comes out of her bo dy at that time too, And it is the substance you are afraid of, ain...

I wonder how you make quadrants of my legs, as if they are your morning newspapers! But believe me, cheap comments and looks are not what it begs, then why do you measure my clothes, as if you are a draper? If I wear a skirt which covers my ankle, then I am matronly, and if above that length, then I am prude. I smile on those who does not even behave patronly, rather when we object, call us rude. Knee is the border which separates my sheen from my thigh, as if it is the India-Pakistan border which stands tall and high; creating difference between human beings carrying same blood, And here a picture of a dress above my knees, makes the comment box flood. Flood that bring waves of lusty comments. Just because I wear two inches short garments. Inches that you use to measure my breasts, Just like laughing on my bra and its straps, inside which it rests. If I cut few more inches from that imaginary border which you gave to us, you think that I am asking for it, an...