Bruised beyond repair

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I felt very exhausted today. All I needed was some self-pampering to forget the entangled hassles of the office. A good spa and a relaxed grooming session seemed perfect! Without any delay, I dialed the number saved in my phone and my appointment was confirmed within no time. As a loyal customer, probably this is the little special treatment that I am entitled to. A reward for spending money consistently every month to maintain my just average looks in this world which is obsessed with glamourous looks & the visible outer layer of beauty. What hides beneath those deceiving looks is no one’s concern in today’s fast-paced world where the focus is mostly on instant gratification, the haste to update one’s status; be it online or offline! Well, nonetheless, sometimes it becomes a rule to go with the flow and hence all I wanted today was to flow with all my heart’s desire.


I wrapped up my work and quickly headed towards my little time of self-indulgence and self-love, if I can call it so! A time where nothing else mattered but me! I could just forget the world for all I care. There was a smile on my face, thinking about the rejuvenation, the ‘paid’ pampering that I would get.

“Madam, where have you been so long? Welcome, please …welcome! We have been wondering about your whereabouts for such a long time! Ohhh… see how much you have tanned yourself!” Sangita, a woman in her late forties who owned the parlor, welcomed me with a big smile.

I, felt relaxed the moment Titli, Sangita’s assistant, switched on the AC! “Madam, which facial today?”, Sangeeta enquired. Before I could answer her, she had already made up her mind. She continued, “Titli, just bring me that anti-tan scrub and prepare the Lotus Herbals Facial Kit for Madam, the best one available. Just what is needed for her skin to come back to it’s normal self. Madam, you should come regularly, every fifteen days! See how dull your face looks. You are gifted with good skin but you take it for granted!”

By the time all the arrangements were made, I had already changed into comfortable clothes and laid down on the assigned place, ready to step into my land of thoughts, away from all the worries.

The business of beauty thrives well due to the routine and cyclic nature of nurturing one’s self-image. Its a recurring pattern and that keeps the ball rolling! There were other ladies in the parlor all lining up to get their share of treatment . At least when the layers of monotony and tiredness got scrubbed off, the illusion of becoming prettier seemed like a reality for women who tirelessly perform multiple tasks of managing home, relationships, upbringing of kids and office tasks if working. These sessions give them a feeling of warmth, which probably they miss in their daily lives; a word of appreciation, a hug ,an embrace, a thank you note or even a smile from their very near and dear ones ,probably because they are taken for granted for being caring and compassionate!

More than being the point of beauty enhancement, these parlors serve as gossip points. The ladies feel brighter while leaving the parlor not only because of the attention that they get, which probably they lack in their real lives but also because they could talk their heart out and maybe put across their frustrations, inhibitions and can also show their ugly side by cursing the one’s who might have harassed them outside the doors of the parlor.

As Sangeeta started cleansing my face, I felt a sense of calmness glide into my skin slowly. I was about to enter my state of short trance when a loud burst of giggle made me come back to my senses. Despite my best efforts to avoid listening to the gossip, I could hear everything clearly, as I tried hard to keep my eyes closed to avoid any distraction. I did not want to waste this precious moment of ‘me’ time.

“Did you listen about the new couple of the town?”, asked one of the customers.

“Arey, are you talking about that Lady Professor? The one who is all stylish and is talk of the whole college and for that matter whole town?”, asked another .

“Yes, yes, what did she do now? I don’t know why the college had to even employ her? They say she teaches economics well. My foot! Even the Principal is a womanizer as per the rumors! Otherwise, despite so many intelligent candidates, why was that bitch finalized in the interview?”

“I agree, what will she teach the kids? She could not manage the economics of her own life and she will train young brains!”, sarcastically remarked another.

“Arey, that is why now she has become successful in taming a young brains for life!”

Ha ha ha ha … They all burst out laughing loudly!

“And what was the need to put it all over their social media handles? From Instagram reels to Facebook stories to even Whatsapp DP!! And now a full twitter thread about their disgraceful love-story !! My God, where has all the sense vanished? This is what is called Kal Yug! How can you even, I mean agreed, he has passed out from the college now, but he was once her student! Look at the age gap !! And most surprising… why would a bachelor get married to a divorcee, who is way older than him? This is ‘love’ they say !! Love… My foot !! I have been married for a decade now and do not even understand what is love! Marriage is a social obligation that’s all and the lust vanishes once you have kids !!”, said a lady strongly.

“But what is wrong with the families? How can they agree to this? The pictures, omg …did you see how beautiful they looked. The only odd thing was that she looked like his elder sister!”

There was another spell of loud laughter!

By this time, my facial was over and I was directed to sit on a reclining chair so that I could finish threading my eyebrows and give it the required trimming that it demanded. Well this is the most crucial task. If it goes wrong , then only God can save one. I was ready for it and had started pulling the skin around my eyebrow tightly with both my hands while Sangeeta held the thread with one of her hand and the other end with her mouth ready to pluck each odd strand of hair to give it the required arch. I had been pretending to not hear a single word all this while.

I closed my eyes while the gossip continued.

“Hey but tell me how did it all happen? “,asked one.

“They say, Umesh , the guy wrote letters of love to her and proposed to her.”

“And do you think it is true?” ,enquired the other with an excitement in her voice.

“I can bet my life on it. It is that characterless woman who made that innocent little kid lose track of his life! That slut had it all planned! I tell you! She has already ruined a man’s life . They say she had multiple partners. Her ex -husband was a banker ! Decent man ! She could have adjusted like all of us. Well she probably wanted more liberty ! What a promiscuous female !” Everyone started cursing her as if she had caused some personal damage to them … without having any solid proof or evidence that could add some substance to their tittle-tattle.

These strong comments hit me hard , I could not ignore it anymore and abruptly looked towards the group with a jerk as a reflex! No doubt, I received a cut on my forehead from the thread!

“Madam, please be still. See what happened now. It has started bleeding. Titli ,please get me the bottle of Dettol and some ointment… fast “, Sangeeta called out!

I somehow did not feel any pain owing to the bruise at that perticular moment. All I could remember was the pain with which I had signed my divorce papers and the unfolding of circumstances that led me to take that dreaded path despite my best efforts to save my marriage. I could see everything in a flashback, the eroding of trust, the backstab, the ugly court scenes …everything .That pain today seemed futile in front of such cheap judgmental remarks from the group of women , well for another woman!

How bruised as a society are we to not have the ability to tolerate someone’s happiness? Do we mock certain people for being able to stand up for what their heart desires for or do we, unknowingly mock ourselves because in order to fit into the society, we could never stand up against any ill-treatment pointed towards us? These thoughts made me restless. As a woman, I felt choked, a little ashamed of my gender, who (though not all )despite wanting to be treated equally with their counterparts, many a times, forget to relate to another woman’s bruised soul, let alone tending to it!

A tiny drop of tear escaped from the corner of my eye.

“Madam, is it hurting too much? The cut is a little deep. You have to be careful, na?”,Sangeeta admonished me while I nodded silently with a fake smile on my face.

A bruised soul cries silent tears!

I’m participating in #BlogchatterA2Z 2021

1st Post- Adopted Happiness

Love ,

Chinmayee

52 Comments Add yours

  1. purbajune says:

    The story came alive with the lively dialogues and the apt characterization. Great writing dear. My heart always pains when I see women being cruel to other women.

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    1. Thank you Purba ♥️. Seriously, even I feel hurt when such gossips are normalised. Thank you for stopping by,dear !

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  2. Matheikal says:

    Never had an idea that a beauty parlour holds so many secrets and gossips and so on.

    The narrative is beautiful.

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    1. lol…Well now you know the point of engagement and how the rumours spread faster 😆.

      Thank you so much for your kind words 🙏

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  3. Parlours are places where women go to know, introspect and ponder on so much. Well written.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. Glad you liked the story.

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  4. Dr. Surbhi Prapanna says:

    Yes agree nowadays parlors have become another spot for gossip only. this kind of conversation create a state of frustration and take away all the joy of visiting it.

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    1. Seriously, these gossips only cause more headache. Hope people become more empathetic.

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  5. Women being cruel to other women is a fact of the society. Nicely woven around the beauty parlour.

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    1. Absolutely and it has become a norm to belittle others. Thank you for stopping by and commenting 😊

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  6. Suchita says:

    That was beautiful. Especially how callous we can be sometimes. And the inter-play of the parlour was brilliant!

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words 🤗. So happy that you liked the story.

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  7. Your story had me hooked from the start to the finish. Good one, Chinmayee! Will be coming back for more such stories. 🙂 #BlogchatterA2Z

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    1. Thank you so much Tina 💕 Glad you liked my little attempt to bring out unsaid emotions.

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  8. pythoroshan says:

    Beautifully elaborated. That itself is an art form which you definitely have.

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    1. Thank you so much for stopping by and for your kind words 😊

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  9. Harshita says:

    Such good characterization, I thought I was in a parlour and getting everything done. Will be back for more!

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    1. Thank you so much for commenting. It’s great to hear from you every single time.

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  10. So lovely, the narrative and the characterization. Women being cruel to women, wish we understood that and support each other. Gossips can ruin lives.
    Deepika Sharma

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    1. Absolutely Deepika …we become cruel without even realising the repurcussions ! Glad you liked it.

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  11. Harjeet Kaur says:

    I related so well to this story. People talk about me also like that. Lots of gossips. I lead such a lonely, pathetic life and they call it freedom to do what I like. I was working in an airline and my own sister called me a slut! My colleagues were all 25 and used to respect me so much. Anyway!! that’s life.

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    1. Sad to know that your own sister did this to you. But I guess we are not defined by what others think of us , though at that moment it hits one hard . Eventually we have to prove them wrong which you continue to do with your efforts. Proud of you ❤️

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  12. Archana says:

    It is unfortunate but equally truthful that women are the main ones who pull women back. I really think of sometimes that are we eligible of uttering a word on woman empowerment? Not only parlor, kitties, informal groups of woman sadly, but they all also hold a common pathetic subject—excellently penned Chinmayee.

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    1. Agree with, these informal grounds are the breeding ground for such hatred. Thank you so much for your kind words 🤗💝

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  13. Ruchi says:

    Gossips and character assassination…beautifully written in the backdrop of parlour

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    1. Thank you so much Ruchi for your comments 🧡💛🧡

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  14. Wow.. that was an eye opener.. but when do we really care..

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    1. Ha ha ha…tell me about it !

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  15. Anita says:

    Very well-written, Chinmayee.
    Sad when characters are judged and people laugh without knowing the reality.
    True story for many.

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  16. I cam totally understand and sadly we women only pull other women down . You have beautifull written in the backdrop of parlour.

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  17. Shalini says:

    The parlor gossip sucks! It kinda happened to me today. I somehow braved myself to visit a parlor after about a year and I planned to do a haircut for the so0called “new me” transformation. But the hairdresser was busy gossiping and all the while I was praying for my tresses. I hate it when a woman judges another.

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    1. Sad to know this happened with you Shalini!It totally takes away the fun part and it feels like wastage of time,money and energy

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  18. Raunica says:

    Almost thought it real. Gossip is for those who have nothing else to do, just while away time aimlessly making judgements

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    1. Judgemental people speak the loudest and it is a turn off.

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  19. Pr@Gun says:

    Wow, I was glued till the end and found a drop of tear which touched deeply. Society, parameters, gossips, backbiting.. in all this no one knows what exactly has gone wrong actually and what person has suffered or tolerated. I wish we get to repair such bruises instead of tearing them apart.

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    1. Thank you Pragun for stopping by and yes, the society normalises such sour points and that is when we as human race fail.

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  20. Very well written. A place for some pampering becomes nightmare listening to such gossips

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    1. So , true such moments take away all the fun and it becomes wastage of time.

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  21. Ira Mishra says:

    We live in a judgmental society… In our society we have opinions and judgements about every thing under the Sun… Including the Sun. The best way to deal with it is to to stop hearing to them. Next time when you go to parlour use headphones and listen to songs 😊

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  22. Navita Bhatia says:

    Hmm.. one of the places where gossips breed. Very well narrated.

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    1. Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting 😊

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  23. Lived reading it.. It’s true and heartbreaking . You have weaved it so beautifully with so much of passion in writing.

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    1. Absolutely Swati, few moments have both truth and pain in them. Thank you for stopping by.

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  24. Wow! Such a goof attempt to normalize the divorce! Glad that I could read yours in the challenge

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words 🤗

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  25. daisybala says:

    I absolutely loved your story and the storytelling too. You made a smooth transition from making it a beauty regime episode to a emotional hauler. And such an important point you have highlighted here, we as women are the biggest enemies of each other and comfortably pass prejudices. Isn’t it time, we rise to support each other as a fraternity!! Well done!

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    1. Thank you Daisy for appreciating my efforts where in this series my aim is to showcase such subtle points that we miss out on and do not understand the repercussions!

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      1. daisybala says:

        You’re most welcome sweetheart ❤️

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  26. I am in love with the narrative and the plot

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words

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  27. Mayuri6 says:

    Chinmayee, what I love most about your writing is how subtly you put a point across in them. We are lost in your emotive and expressive writing style when bang! your message hit the mark. Loved reading this and I am so impressed at how you have shown the true face of society, more women who are so unkind to their own.

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    1. Women pulling down women is the most bizzare and cruel act that I can relate to, be it home or informal set ups . All the more they normal such behaviours and that is a pain point. Much gracias for your lovely words of appreciation 💕🥰

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