Chapter 6

Indigo

She sat in the dark cell, her eyes hurting. She had been drifting in and out of consciousness.

They had brought her here, and he had just thrashed her on the floor, leaving her there in the darkness to die.

She didn't want to die. She just wanted to go home.

He had killed her husband, shot him in cold blood and afterwards she had screamed her lungs out trying to bring his lifeless body back from the netherworld.

But he was dead.

And she was here. Trapped. Rotting. Waiting for death, it seemed.

She wanted to go back to Mami-Sa. She wanted to go home, away from these stone-hearted bas***ds.

Home. Home?

She felt terrified all of a sudden. What would they do to her now?

She wasn't a suhaagan anymore.

For a fleeting moment, the indigo flashed in front of her eyes, and she froze.

No. No. They wouldn't.

Fresh tears spilled out of her eyes, as she saw in front of her, the women of her own village, gathering around her, taking her earrings off one by one. She saw them weeping, and saw how they took off her necklace next. She saw herself screaming, begging them to stop, but it seemed no voice fell on their deaf ears. She saw them moving her hands to break the red glass bangles. She saw them making her dress in the indigo, that was now going to be a permanent part of her life.

A widow's life.

[A/N: I should have clarified this before. Sorry. The color for Rajasthani rajput widows is Indigo/Dark Blue. The video will help, I guess.]

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOjzmGhPzPQ[/YOUTUBE]