“What comes to mind when I say, moon scraped knuckles and knocking knees?”
Mats shook his head. “Nothing off the bat. Is it the name of a song, a poem, a movie?”
“It’s a name I’m thinking of giving my blog.”
“You have a blog?”
“Not yet but I’m thinking of creating one on WordPress.”
“Why?”
She shrugged. “A lot of people I know blog and they love it. So, I’m thinking of getting into it myself and see if it’s my thing.”
“What’s your blog going to be about?”
“I’m not sure. There are so many types of blogs out there. You have ones about food and recipes, poetry, book reviews, Art, gardening, business tips, religion, philosophy, politics, relationships, travel, music, the possibilities are endless.”
“Then, your blog should be about something you really like or enjoy doing or think would be relevant.”
“There are so many things I like. Hmm. Let me think. How about giving valuable advice to readers on just about every subject? Or maybe Myth-debunking–you know separating fact from fiction. Maybe I can hold contests. People love contests, don’t they? Maybe infographics or I can do start a series or have a regular feature say once a week because I don’t want to be blogging everyday. Do you have any suggestions?”
“You’re a people person so you can do profiles or interviews. People like reading about other people.”
“That sounds good.”
“What about Vlogging? You can create videos and post them on your blog.”
“I like that idea. What about podcasting? I read somewhere that it’s very popular among some web users because it allows them to multitask while listening. It’s like having your own radio show. I can also write about different causes which are important to me in like women’s issues, poverty, HIV/AIDS.”
“You have a lot to think about, Abi. Take as much time as you need to figure out what you want to blog about.”
“Okay. So, what do you think of the name I’m thinking of giving my blog?”
“Moon scraped knuckles and knocking knees?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure. It will definitely grab attention and spark curiosity but it depends on the type of blog. It suits a blog about poetry or creative writing.”
“Or it can the name for a blog dealing with abusive relationships. The moon scraped knuckles can refer to the abuser and the knocking knees to the abused.”
“What does the moon represent?”
“It symbolizes several things–death, birth and resurrection, our emotions and our subconscious mind. It is a symbol of wild, uncontrollable forces such as men turning into werewolves when there’s a full moon. So, women marry men who become monsters and resort to violence.”
“And the knocking knees are the fear that these women live in everyday.”
“Yes.”
“Abi, I think the name is perfect and that your blog should be about causes like domestic violence, spousal abuse, gender violence, etc. raising awareness and talking to women who have been abused or know someone who has been.”
“I think you’re right. Just the other day I read about spousal rape in India.”
“It’s also called marital rape and it’s woman’s husband has sexual intercourse without her consent. I can’t imagine how horrific it must be for her. And no doubt he doesn’t see it as rape because she’s his wife and he believes he’s entitled to have relations with her whenever he wants.”
“Exactly!”
“Such things make me sick but it’s good that it’s spoken about instead of swept under the carpet. Besides taking action, education and awareness are the necessary tools which can change things.”
“It’s decided then. My blog will be about violence against women and girls.”
He smiled. “Good. Now, are you hungry?”
“Starving!”
He went over to her and taking her by the hand, he led her into the dining-room. She was surprised to see the table laid and candles burning. “Wow,” she said. “What’s the occasion?”
“We’re having Marry me chicken for dinner.”
“Marry me chicken? Are you pulling my leg?”
“No, I’m not kidding. There is really a dish with that name. It’s skillet chicken in a sundried tomato parmesan cream sauce with fresh basil.”
“Well, it smells heavenly.”
He held the chair out for her, his expression very serious. “Have a seat, Abi. I have something very important to say to you.”
Curious, she sat down and stared up at him. Then, her heart lurched when he got down on one knee. “Tonight is a very special evening for me. All week, I have been rehearsing how I was going to do what I’m about to do. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be witty or dramatic. And now that the moment is finally here and I’m a bundle of nerves, I’m simply going to say, Abi, I love you and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
It took several minutes for Abi to whisper, “Yes.” The tears were running down her face. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
After he put the ring on her finger, he reached up and cupped her face between his hands to kiss her long and hard on the mouth. Then, he rose to his feet. “I can’t have my fiancée starving,” he said with a smile. “I’ll go and get the dinner and tonight we’re going to have champagne.”
Sources: Quick Sprout; Omnikick; Modern Honey
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