“Hey Meera, how was your meeting with your ex? I didn’t want to interrupt your precious moments,” Safar said, initiating the conversation with his usual teasing tone.
Playing along, I replied, “Yes, the meeting was great. We even shared a kiss!” I laughed after saying this.
However, I noticed a flicker of sadness on Safar’s face, mixed with anger and jealousy.
I was shocked. He had always told me, “I don’t care if you’ve been with someone else. I’m not the jealous type, and I want to give you freedom.”
‘Meera, you naive girl, you’ve been given this “FUCKING FREEDOM” so many times before.
FREEDOM –
From,
“Meera, we understand you’re human and have desires. You have full freedom from us.”
To
“We should change society because people talk when any man drops you home.”
FREEDOM –
From
“We’re life partners, and you can share everything. I’ll give you complete freedom.”
To
“You kissed so well, I thought you had a lot of experience with your boyfriend you told me about.”
FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM
That’s not the freedom I think it is. It’s a FUCKING FREEDOM with many boundaries, designed to keep me from leaving. And if I break these golden walls, I’m labelled as a bitch, a slut, and much worse.’
I just smiled and said, “Oh Safar, you’re too good, thank you for giving me the FREEDOM”
