Cindrella- An Untold Story

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Ding dong! The clock struck 12 and Cinderella ran out of the ballroom, leaving her crystal sandals behind on a tall staircase. Fairy Godmother's words "Return before 12" were ringing in her ears. By the time she reached her house, things started turning back to their original form- her lovely gown into her usual rags, the horses back into mice and the cart back into a pumpkin. She jumped back into the ground and had a quick save. Phew, so much for partying and dancing with the young prince. Or maybe true love she sighed.

Legend has the prince longing for his lady love who danced in his arms a night before and left without a trace, came looking out for her the next morning, with her shoe in his hand. He went door to door with her shoe in hand and her yearning in his heart. Little did he know that the beautiful princess who he fancies is a poor girl staying in back town doing dishes and mopping floors. 

Nevertheless, shoe size matched (surprisingly, leaving all other damsels in town with foot sizes any but hers). The prince married cinder-leila and they lived happily ever after. Errrrrrr twist in the tale

Love is blind and marriage is an opener. Cliche? Well, they lived happily ever after itself is such a big cliche. All of us have read one fable or another as part of our growing up and seen them ending on a note of "They lived happily ever after". What we do not know is what happens after and that is our- "Untold Story".

... Cinderella moves in with Prince Charming to his royal palace bidding good riddance to her evil stepmother and her even more evil step sister, dreaming about a new life in the luxury and comfort of the palaces. She reached the front door of the palace. No horses, no elephants, and no troops to welcome her. She reached the main entrance and in the hall with no sight of anyone. Maybe my prince loves privacy or maybe today is the romantic day, and we are all by ourselves. Love struck she followed her prince whom she briefly met a night hitherto. Little did the poor girl realize what lay ahead of her. The prince was nothing sort of romantic he seemed to be. Rather he had a habit of drinking and losing out. Gradually she was introduced to the other members of the house- A fashionista mother-in-law (adulterous &, gluttonous brother in law (high on gambling) and a vamp of sister-in-law (haughty, scheming and greedy). The only lovable person she found in the home was his wheelchair-bound grandmother who dressed in white silk and pearls. To cut the story short, this is what TV soaps are largely made of. The family left no stone unturned to make the naive little Cinderella feel miserable and her husband's heavy dependence on his mother queen brings no good to her. 

Love flew out of the window gradually and poor Cinderella was tortured for money (dowry) every day. She was taunted for being poor and ridiculed for marrying the prince. They called her a cheat for she hadn't disclosed her true state while at the ball and fooled the prince for being the most elegant princess in the hall. To make matters worse, the prince moved away from the town and started spending his other damsels in a nearby county, in the wake of a re-marriage. Cinderella slogged hard in the palace, doing all the household work. In return, she got only deprivations, starvation, taunts, and ill-treatment. So much so that, one day she almost escaped a tryst wherein the family members tried to burn her to get the prince married to the rich princess of a province from another continent. 

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Well, Cinderella was an imaginary creature from a fairy tale. She inspired many girls in India and other parts of Asia and other continents, who dreamt of nothing less but a fairy tale wedding, a husband like Prince Charming, and a life "live happily ever after". Alas! not many of them are as lucky as she originally was. The untold story here depicts the life of many such women who are lured by a fairy tale wedding to only see them end in a nightmare. Daily many women are beaten, harassed, and even burnt for dowry. Some girls are lured into matrimony merely for dowry and money so that they can fund their flirtatious husband's education/ job abroad, meet the scooter, car, and jewelry greeds of her in-laws, and still being treated worse than maids even after. Fairy tales have cheated their innocent childhoods and the institution of marriage raped their youth and loneliness eating away their old ages. Their prince is charming fades in to mean bundle of a living vulture, dreams of a happy family roll into the hall of monsters, and their children are either victims of this disgrace or not allowed to be born. They are known as the ones who make food, clean the house, wash clothes, and run all sundry while at night beam like an object of affection and satisfaction for their chauvinistic husbands or for that matter any other adulterous member of the family. They bring jewels into the house but their bodies are adorned with burn or beaten marks- black & blue. A lot of them get transformed into great makeup artists, camouflaging all injuries behind colors of cosmetics, glasses & scarves.

A lot of them are either killed, commit suicide, go into depression, are sold into brothels, or continue to live in the same hell, waiting for their unseen state to be seen, unheard voices to be heard and untold stories to be told.

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