Indian Solar System

(TW : Abusive marriage ) So we are here in this garden less green than the ones you promised . Oh you say this ? you the girl with eyes browner than the skin , 5 feet of womanhood , 7 inches of literature .( says the man who plays the man) How I wish I could revisit those 5 inches ! (Says the girl who plays the wife , who could revolve around the world but  revolved around this holy fire less holy more fire ) You ,  weren't you my partner satellite moon ? Or were you another mercury ? I thought you were sugar , you'd mix in hot water when I'd make tea for you but Alas ! You were always mercury , meant to vapourize and then suddenly enter my body to cause sleep disorders and nervous breakdowns . So I have a question paper like the ones they give in schools to fool children . 1)Is this my monologue like every other or will you reply ? 2)Are you dead or you pretend to be ? 3)Can I your wife play dead ? and if I play dead , will you make food for chotu and manage the laundry ? 4)Can wives play dead or become "Plutos" , leaving the solar system with its fireball and mercury leaving no trace of cool winds and dwarfism ? I have a last questions to ask , like Neil Armstrong had for moon . 5)Did the moon turn out to be what he expected or did he find craters ? If he found craters I would travel to the past in a time machine or my washing machine and tell him that he was lucky to find craters on the moon , I never found a moon except for karvachauth , the festival they make us celebrate to see the real moon and then see the mercury that appeared like moon but wasn't . Though I am not allowed to answer you back but let me open , ans) I , Sarla , the wife of a man who is just a man wasn't lucky enough to find a moon when I was sent away from my brown and blue earth with grasslands green and sky as blue as lapis lazuli I wish I could play dead or extremely volatile like you do but there are clothes to wash , lies to be recited in the ears of children when they ask for stories . How I wish I could recite them poems from literature but Alas ! I am Sarla and I am just 5 feet tall , tall enough to remain invisible in this solar system . #Tragedy #Society #Struggle