Hard times

"As he pushes in, he feels her warmth

Though he misses the passion, all he is interested is the action

Biting and tearing into her flesh at will, making her scream in pain

She withers on

After 15 minutes, he is off her

Giving her a sarcastic smile, puts on his clothes reaches for his wallet

She still lying on the mat with tears rolling down

Couple of hundred rupee notes are thrown towards her onto the mat

And he leaves satisfied thinking job well done and promising of his return"

Things a woman has to do to shelter herself and her kids, to get food onto the plates in her house

It hurts to do something which is forced upon us

It must be feeling as if the heart being torn out when one has to part with their body to survive

And to top this recession plays its part by bringing down their value drastically making their jobs much harder

This thought crossed my mind after watching an article in todays paper about the lesser mortals of modern india