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…unfortunately, there’ll be this dark brown blood spot staring right back at you, more often than not, appearing way larger than what it actually is. And there goes your bed sheet to ruins!
All your requests, exclamations, threats, and counter-efforts fall into deaf ears. Then the unwanted happens and you cannot help but cringe in disgust from the sudden barrage of warm blood in your pants.
You feel conscious thinking that the brown mark will be a huge giveaway to the world about something that you don’t want them to know. So you find yourself asking your friend to check on you every now and then.
At times, the breakouts are all over you – as phelao-ed as your emotions are during this time of the month.
Though you may try hard to find shapes and give them names, they predominantly look like nothing more than an amoeba.
You quickly slip into a shower to rid yourself from that sanitary napkin that clings on to you all day (and night) long like a creepy, needy lover. Nothing like the warm embrace of lukewarm water on those days. Feels like the ultimate relief you could ask for – relief from tummy aches, headaches, and random pain here and there.
Your skin shares your feelings and revolts against the constant torture of putting up with pads, one after the other for so many consecutive days.
To be precise, you bloat beyond recognition for your clothes.
Suddenly you notice a huge paunch jutting out of your tummy. So much so that you look like you’re well into your pregnancy.
Which one is the front side? You find yourself muttering while examining a clean pad, freshly stripped out of its protective covering.
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