Monthly Curse

I am alone in my room. I scream out aloud. I wince even as I write this. Ouch! It hurts. Aaargh! I don't want to talk to anyone. It is good that there isn't anyone else in sight. If anyone tried to talk to me right now, I am pretty sure they'd have it super-bad. I could bite their head off. I could spit fire.

The pain is excruciating. It spreads everywhere. There isn't a single inch below my waist and above my knees that doesn't hurt. An old Tamil song is playing in the background. It doesn't seem to help. I am breathless and I am trying to take in some O2. I can't seem to find any.

I am lying down in my bed. I try burying my head in my hands. It doesn't work. I clutch my stomach willing the pain to stop. It won't go away.

This is an incomplete post. In the middle of this post I decided that I couldn't write anymore. I went to bed. Tried to sleep. Didn't work. Twisted and turned a bit. Didn't work. Took tablet. Tried to sleep. Slept. Woke up. Feel drugged. But no pain anymore.

I only have one more thing to add. This is not fair. And if I ever meet that God person who everyone claims to have created me, I am totally going file a Human Rights petition against him. It is just not fair what he has done to us women. Not fair at all. Bad God.