Split the Home

I was that wife.

They said this marriage was necessary.

A painful choice, yes - but "in everyone's best interests."

So we split the home, the memories, the heart - and called it Partition.

He took half the house. I kept half the scars.

The first slap came soon after. Then a punch. Then a full-blown assault.

Every time, I convinced myself - maybe he's angry, maybe he's hurt, maybe he'll change.

He was violent. I was patient.

He sent terrorists. I sent letters.

He hit. I healed.

He violated. I forgave.

I tried everything. I reached out the "elders" of this global family - the so-called neutral ones.

They asked me to "Adjust", "Keep the peace", 

"Don't escalate"

They gave him more money. They paid for his weapons.

They called it "support for the family." They called it "aid for development".

Every time he hit me, every time I bled, They said: dialogue is the answer.

And so, I tried.

For 77+ years, I tried.

I even gave him more land - hoping he'd see my trust and chose peace for once.

But he didn't change.

Because abusers don't change when victims stay silent.

So, one day, I drew a line. I fought back.

Not out of hate - but because I finally saw that love without dignity is bondage.

Operation Sindoor was that moment.

When I wore my red mark - not for him.

But for me.

My wellbeing. My sovereignty. My right to exist in peace.

So yes, I striked back with restraint, precision and calculation. Not in hate, but in self-respect. And ensured no collateral damage.

Yet, when I did, they said I wanted war.

Some who called me a friend once - whom I stood by in their darkest hour Are now feeding his rage. Not just the blows hurt. The betrayal cuts deeper.

And what truly breaks my heart - is when my own children, Educated and awakened, tell me I am the problem.

That I should have endured more.

That defending myself is aggression.

I am India.

I did not choose this conflict. This abusive marriage.

But I chose not to be a victim anymore.

And unlike a woman, I cannot walk out of this home.

Cause, our geography is shared.

But that does not mean my silence is owed.

Let the world know:

This sindoor is not a symbol of surrender -It is a mark of power, healing, and self-respect.

The world must stop gaslighting victims into silence.

Because peace doesn't come from submission -It comes from justice, boundaries, and the courage to say enough.

I am India.

I long for peace, yes - but not at the cost of truth. Not at the cost of my soul.

Jai Hind !

~KSXKK