In The Womb of Silence...
The embryo of unspoken love.
I alone face this part of him every day. I have always questioned it, whether it is natural and normal to treat one’s life partner shabbily, taking her for granted, treating her as nothing more than an object to satisfy carnal desires or just as a reproductive machine.
“Dreams…are invariably seeking to express something that the ego does not know and does not understand.” – Carl Jung “What happened, love? You are tense. What is bothering you?” I hugged her tightly and mumbled,”jenny, Revant will be back shortly and then we may not be able to meet like this. We have to end our affair before …” Jenny cut my speech in the middle. “Love, if you can’t live with him, divorce him. We can live together happily. Let us bring up Devansh together.”
We passionately explored each other’s bodies bringing out intense pleasure. I arched my body supporting myself on one hand and played with Jenny’s curly mop of hair with the other hand as we made love. Beads of perspiration, satisfied moans and smiles indicated our happiness. Even as I lay in bed with Jenny, happily exhausted, I couldn’t help comparing Jenny with Revant.
Jenny is the aerobics instructor at the gym, which I had joined four months ago to shed my post-pregnancy weight. She is my age and she is an absolutely simple and practical girl. Our attraction was mutual and in a moment of madness, I had surrendered to my passion. Our love was hidden well from society’s prying eyes. Jenny understood all my spoken as well as unspoken thoughts and loved me for who I was. To us loving and caring without any sort of pretences was most important. Ours was a love between two equals, nourishing mind and body without any ego hassles or botherations. Jenny’s love had made me calm and peaceful.
My husband Revant is handsome, educated, rich … but there has been always a certain unspoken distance between us. His approach is that of an entitlement and his love is centred more on his happiness and pleasure, than mine. Ours, like millions of others, is a relationship where the two sexes compete instead of complement. Actually, Revant isn’t all that bad; he has a soft side too. He is a good provider, good son and son-in-law. When my father was ill, Revant had supported my parents in every way. My parents are very proud of him. But …I find Revant’s chauvinism and dominance absolutely suffocating.
Ialone face this part of him every day. I have always questioned it, whether it is natural and normal to treat one’s life partner shabbily, taking her for granted, treating her as nothing more than an object to satisfy carnal desires or just as a reproductive machine. Why can’t men support their partners, recognising and encouraging their intellectual potential or