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She left me feeling blue.

It's strange how I wondered for a month fussing over what to put up on my blog first. In fact, I pretty much had a few things scribbled over some time now and just as I was setting up my own virtual space, something changed my mind. Welcome to 'Within an inch of life'. Here's beginning with something I feel very strongly about. Thanks for visiting and watch this space for more.

‘Quoink!’ That was the sound that echoed through the corridor as a row of us bent backwards to get a glimpse of her beauty on our old creaking chairs. It’s common in Government offices. She looked nothing less than drop dead gorgeous dressed in blue chiffon, red lipstick and her make-up done to the tee. Most of us were caught unaware picking up our jaws off the floor. She sashayed in with confidence brimming from every step of hers. Some of us sat peering through the cracks in our cabin, just so that we could see more of her. Papers fell, things toppled, tea was poured more than the cup could hold, there was just so much mystery about her. The Prussian Blue whiff of the saree over her shoulder and the spring in her walk only added to the entire euphoria surrounding her. I thought to myself, how the Prussian Blue did wonders to her, even when it surrounded her eye, lending her that smoldering look. It made me nearly slip off my seat at the thought of her approaching my desk. And there she was, talking to me, taking my breath away. And breaking my fantasy. She was no more my beauty queen from paradise. She was no longer a stunning idol of desire. She just stood low and frail with traces of bruise around her face, playing peek-a-boo from underneath the layers of foundation donned on it. It was that shade of Prussian Blue which no longer looked beautiful. Her enigma had transcended into a naked truth that was glaring at me, telling me a story. A story of hopelessness and cruelty. A story of violence and despair. A story of a hundred others. A story that is a catapulting reality. A story about how every single day a woman’s dignity is sacrificed for a man’s pride. A story of a thousand odd who choose to sleep forever. Some close to 15 of them everyday. A story of about two third of women across India.