To Mr Agilesh,
I am Catherine, I don’t think you could remember me as you would have moved ahead with your life. I am not writing this to resume or start a relationship with you or to disrupt your peaceful life. I am not sure if I would be alive when this letter reaches you. Fear engulfs my heart when I think of the beast well my husband snoring next to me. I hate him beyond words can suffice. I am sure you can’t even imagine the ordeals I am going through.
Domestic violence was something I have read in newspaper articles but today I am a living victim of it. There are scars all over me, perhaps scars in my heart are more worse. The daily insults confinement and abuse literally devours my soul.
I doubt why am I ever married. I am scared if I would be alive for an another dawn. I have heard women go through this all over their life but I don’t think I can. I wish I can run away somewhere. The thing which hurts me the most is the words of my mother and family when I tell them my grief and pain. It’s always the same the girls must learn to adjust. I wonder what my life ever meant. My parents got rid of me by giving them jewels and money,just to be treated like a slave. What did I do to my parents what trouble have I caused them to get rid of me?
Marriage is not a boon it is a curse where freedom of speech remain curtailed. Agilesh, I will never suicide, I am not that weak but they might kill me.
But before I leave I want to tell you something, I loved you, everytime you stood there staring at me. My heart lost a beat. I have always loved you. I think you too have. But neither of us had courage. I wish I had a little more courage to speak my heart for now it is too late. Love your wife like you loved me.
Still loving you
Agilesh gasped reading the letter. Tears tripped down his eyes. It has been three months since Catherine died. Today was her husband’s second marriage. Anger welled up in his heart.
His Catherine, his love that rascal killed her. His wife walked up to him, he passed the letter to her.
Tears brimmed in her eyes.
“I must kill that rascal “I announced.
She gave me a sarcastic chuckle, if you had this courage when she was alive.
Or only if her parents gave a little regard for their daughters sufferings in contrast to their worthless pride she would not have died. There was a tone of sadness in her voice. For she was a girl she knew the pain.
“Am I good “I asked myself.
“Did I treat her badly”.
At times you did my heart answered.
I walked to Catherine’s grave with my child. I promised her, marriage is not the only thing in my daughters life.Let her be a happy spinster if she wish, let her be a divorcee but I will never let her life end in the name of worthless pride.
For the love of my life who lies cold in her grave taught me to love.
Edit. All the characters are fiction, if it makes any resemblance I don’t care.