Dhaaritri Print

She promised herself to take no notice of all the prying and judging eyes. She woke up to this mantra every day and slept to it every night. She could feel their eyes on her. Like they could see her naked, worse; they could see right through her and hear her every thought and feel all her vulnerabilities. But Every night she looked at her daughter, fast asleep and smiled to herself. She managed to provide for her little one, at least for another day. Her daughter was too young to understand what the grown-ups were saying to her mother. She was still fragile and pure and unscathed. But what would she think of her mother’s choices when she grows up? Would she see a saint or a sinner. She didn’t care what her kid thought of her as long as she knew she was giving her a life that wasn’t like hers. She would give her wings to fly away. She would die for her to retain her pure heart. Selling her body for money seemed like the only thing she could do. Lacking education and any family support, she had chosen to give up everything to give her child everything. She considered herself damned and continued to do what she could for as long as she needed to. She didn’t care for those prying and judging eyes. She didn’t care for all the hushed criticisms. She didn’t care that they cursed her and hoped she died, and she would welcome an end with her arms wide open, but she didn’t live for herself anymore and she didn’t care what they had to say, because they didn’t know. All the years, the tears, resentments, pain and suffering, all those bruises and blood stained sheets, the shame and all the sorrow, was bearable. Her child would live a different reality. One where she would be successful, have a family and make a name for herself. Where she would be a strong and kind individual, one where she wouldn’t need to strip or need a man to support herself. So she put on her bright red lipstick and high heels. Slipped into her see through blouse, plastered a smile on her face and switched of her mind and soul. She knocked and entered the room, not caring what waited on the other side. He saw her, didn’t care what her name was or what her story was, just ripped through her clothes and got his money’s worth. Bearing yet another battle scar, she goes home. Looking at her daughter, fast asleep and far away in a dream, she comes back to life.

Print:Giclee on Fine Art Paper

Size:8 W x 10 H x 0.1 D in

Size with Frame:13.25 W x 15.25 H x 1.2 D in

Delivery Time:Typically 5-7 business days for domestic shipments, 10-14 business days for international shipments.