She looked out of the window. Her hands clasped firmly on the grills. Black worn-out flakes stuck on her fingers as she tightly held on to the iron railings. The cacophony of children playing in the adjacent playground drowned all other sounds. She searched herself among them, but she knew she could no more be one of them. She was different…she was impure…she was corrupt…but it wasn’t her choice…
“Twinkle twinkle little star…how I wonder…” she tried to sing along with them…but no, her voice didn’t give consent. She had lost the power to speak a long time back.
She glanced at the old grandfather clock on the wall and remembered her mother preparing the afternoon meal. It had been months since she had last seen her parents. She reminisced of that rainy evening when she was blinded by an unforeseen storm, that which changed her life forever.
Since then…life had become a debauched ritual. She closed her eyes and imagined…polka dotted frocks, colorful hair bands, schoolbags, innocent smiles, fragile fingers, …and suddenly a mammoth hand pressed down violently on her face and numbed all cries… clouds of sweat accumulated on her forehead…she shuddered. The daily ritual ended after a few minutes.
The sun looked down at her. The shadows of the grilled structure on the casement reflected on her face. She lay on the floor, dead, her body wrapped in red, her fingers tightly holding on to the silver pendant that hung from her neck.
[Dedicated to all those children who have been a victim of sexual abuse, to every unfortunate parent who lost their children or a close one to this dreaded crime. For the rest, this is a warning bell, it is time to wake up and realize the concerns of our children and stand up in guard to preserve a secured future for them.]
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August 16th, 2008 at 6:11 pm
Sherya…good job bringing up the serious issue that we like to pretend doesn’t exist. Here’s a great source of information on the same…
http://rozan.org/content/category/10/25/42/
August 16th, 2008 at 7:02 pm
thank you Tahera….glad that i could convey the message…may be this awareness can take us a step closer in fighting this crime….thanks again for your appreciation…
August 17th, 2008 at 7:26 am
Hi…
An issue highlighted beautifully through very less words.Well expressed feelings…imageries projected on the mind…which would really make sensible people delve deep into their minds and think about the issue…
really good….
will send u an illustration soon….in accordance with ur words….
jeet
August 17th, 2008 at 7:45 am
Short and crisply put forth an issue so real…Loved the write-up Shreya!!
August 17th, 2008 at 1:03 pm
So decriptive and reflecting the bitter truth with such less words…really liked it
August 17th, 2008 at 5:24 pm
>Jeet: thanx…and the illustration was fascinating….wish i had it earlier….
>Sree and Hazan::
thank you…and keep reading!your encouragement takes me one step forward…
August 18th, 2008 at 9:57 am
really good …… always love seeing you in a new avtaar …. the matured and the writer ….
August 18th, 2008 at 5:07 pm
August 21st, 2008 at 6:47 am
Hey Wonderlady(read wondersis)!! U are magical with ur selection of wrds…And the issue which u took up is really one which needs attention. Will just go to ur next writeup…and will pass on all my appreciation to your heart bank….login and recover all of them from your lifetime account @avi.dentsu.99999***** and you better know the passwrd.
August 21st, 2008 at 5:19 pm
Hello dear Mr. Momo,
Thanx for reading up…n i will surely retrieve all the information from the ‘heart bank’….and yeh i know the password….
Love,
your wondersis…