I am reading the book "My Story" by Kamala Das (late). A story told simply and truthfully, like facts laid down before a court, no fanfare, no self pity. The story of those thousands of women whose bodies are brutalised and spirits crushed, who are allowed to live only for their husband's pleasure. The book has depressed me and I cannot read anymore, not unless I agree to let go of my sanity at the end of it. It is as if with every word I read, all the cruelty of the world is laid before me, and everything beautiful robbed of it's beauty, and only the sould crushing truth remains.

"Every middle class bed is a cross on which the woman is crucified. Men fall in lust, not love. Women crash in real self-destroying love" - Kamala Das.