Day 3 | Letter: C

“Do you have a condom?” Rudrayani gasped and asked him. He kissed her and said, “Don’t worry! Nothing will happen.”

The moment wasn’t worth ruining over ‘protection’, thought Rudrayani. The steamy night came to an end and she woke up in her bed, alone. He wasn’t there. He left.

Rudrayani cursed herself for falling for another man, yet again. Weeks passed and she forgot about her encounter with the business client who had come from Kolkata. Her work life kept her pretty busy, until the day she felt utterly moody. She went to her best friend and told her about the encounter and also mentioned that she felt a little weird ever since. Her best friend was scared just like Rudrayani. They both said to together, “Let’s go to the pharmacy.”

Three minutes in the bathroom was a lifetime for her. Rudrayani took three pregnancy tests and they were all positive. She came out to her best friend and said, “Positive, dude!” Her best friend banged her head and said, “What do you want to do?” Rudrayani said, “Let me sleep over it. I’ll think about it tomorrow.” She hugged her best friend and cried.

A lot of thoughts crossed her mind. She thought of texting him. She thought of telling her mother. She thought of going to the doctor alone. Next morning was worse, she was feeling sick. She knew this was real and none of it was a dream. She sent a text to the guy, ‘Hey’. He replied within minutes, “I am sorry man. I had a flight to catch the other day. I thought of texting you but – GUILT”

Rudrayani sent him another text, “Remember, that night I told you, ‘let’s take chocolate and condom’? The only thing you heard was chocolate that too in syrup form. Guess what we should’ve taken the condom too.” She waited for his text and after 30 minutes he replied, “WTF!!! ARE YOU…?” Rudrayani realized it was a dumb move to tell him but lying was not one of her traits. She replied, “Yeah, I am…” He sent her a text asking, “I am sorry. How do you plan to take care of it, now?”

Rudrayani called her best friend and said, “I have decided to take care of it.” Her best friend made her realize that she has to answer her mom and the society to which she said, “No no, I am getting the PILL from the doc. I am taking care of it by not bringing it into my world, where it wouldn’t be respected.”

It had been two years since Rudrayani’s abortion and till date she makes sure she gets her own ‘Chocolate and Condoms’.

This blog post is a part of the A-z challenge. Thank you for being a part of the reading spree and I hope to see you all for the remaining days and beyond. Do leave your blog’s link below in comments and I will definitely peek into your blogging world.

Keep Reading! Keep Blogging! Love Thyself!

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Written by Chaotic Soul

Ashmita Chatterjee is a Creative Writer/Blogger from Mumbai. She is an Enthusiast, Straight Forward girl who has found joy in Writing Blogs. Ashmita is a Loud Creator of Amazing Blogs, Short Stories and Erotica at Chaoticsoulzzz! She started her blog in 2011. When Ashmita is not being very busy, she can be found Writing, Reading, Eating, or Recklessly Travelling with her loved ones. She is known by the name of @chaoticsoulzzz on her Twitter and Instagram.

10 comments

  1. That’s a very sad story isn’t it. As catching up from beginning at A, I have to admit I haven’t read closely and skimmed through to get the jist of your stories. I read 1st one closest. I’m not a big reader but I’ll drop by now and then along the way to read your AtoZ posts. You use humour well in parts of your story and they’re well-written. hope you enjoy the challenge. Best wishes.

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