The Victim..!!

10:00 PM                                                                                                                        Noida, India
The dark sky swept across the silent streets of the city. Huge buildings across the streets stood like a monster ready to gulp the city. The security guard’s who were responsible for people’s safety were already half asleep securing their dreams. The only visible light being the flickering signal lights gave a hope of safety when Aarohi walked down the street.
Aarohi, 27-year-old, a girl with wheatish skin, sharp features and shinning black hair wore a beautiful floral blue dress covering her head with a pashmina shawl. The street where she rambled was a part of her everyday routine. Aarohi worked in a Well known IT company 2 lanes behind this street.

While she  walked along the lane, a brisk black Audi passed by her side. The shawl covering her head plunged by the wind-blown by the snappy car. She was taken a back by what she had just heard, someone from the car had shouted : “Hey lady, get inside our car..!!” Aarohi was stumped, she paused for a while, looked back and thought was it wise enough to return back. Having traveled almost more than half way there was no point returning back and with this thought she moved ahead. On her way she kept on murmuring “Aarohi this is the same route you have been hiking on since 3 years and it’s totally safe, nothings gonna happen you will reach home in next 15 mins.

As she moved ahead, she saw the same Audi taking a U-turn and coming on her way. Her breath sank and she started running in the opposite direction. Within few seconds the car spotted her and she was horrified, 2 furious young men came out and pulled her inside and one more on the front seat who used abusive words to call her inside. Aarohi tried every bit to save herself but all her efforts went in vain. She kept on shouting “Don’t pull me, someone help help..!!” There was no one to hear her sobbing scream.

And in few minutes all her belongings dropped on the road and she was in the car.

Inside the car, her hands were pulled tightly by the one seating on backseat and the other one holding her legs who was on the front seat. She tried every bit to save herself,  kept on impelling her hands and legs in every direction she could.

Slowly slowly, she had lost all her strength and could no more resist. With every single minute she could feel the pain, her clothes were ripped off one by one. She was in deep shock, hardly could she shout or utter a word. The rage in her eyes had now turned into shame. The only thought that she had

how will she face the world now?

What’s going to happen next?

Will they kill me? And If they don’t kill me, I would kill myself..!!

And in next one hour when the lust of the demon had been satisfied they kicked her out of the car on the footpath. There was no one on the road side and for a change Aarohi felt good about it. She was scared to face the world now. She tried getting up but failed not only once but thrice. She regained some energy, stood up and started figuring out the road. While she walked, her eyes, her mind, her heart still could not accept what had just happened with her. She thought of killing herself on her way back but for every time she thought to do so, the pity eyes which had been waiting for her at home stopped her from doing so. She knew she had to live for her parents and in no chance she could end her life.

Every moment on her way back, she thought if the devils who brought her to this stage Will even be punished? Will she get justice? Will the society accept her? Will her parents be able to face the world? Will she lead a normal life? What if every thing goes wrong? What if tomorrow she would be in the highlights of newspaper with a title “Aarohi Sharma : a middle-class family girl gang RAPED..!!”  Every inch of her body still could feel the pain and the marks given by them, she wanted to rub it off, tear her skin and hide in some corner and never get out of it.

She was now at the doorstep of her home, she ranged the bell and her dad opened the door. Her dad was scared by her condition, she hurriedly got inside and broke down. She kept on howling and shouting.  Even without speaking a word, her parents were clear of what had happened with her. They tried getting every detail of who had done this to her. For the entire night she kept on weeping and her parents who were already speechless tried consoling her.

This was not the end of the story, the actual tragedy happened next morning when Aarohi and her parents decided not to raise voice against what had happened with Aarohi. They all decided to forget the entire trauma as soon as possible. Just like every other middle class family, rather than fighting for justice they were worried more about the society.

And with this, One more chapter was masked and a smile was coated on the sore face. Although it took years for Aarohi to clear off the scars and lead a new life.

This forces me to think : What was her fault? Why was she been asked to keep her mouth shut? Was she doing something wrong on the street? If it was about her clothes then she was actually covered in a complete Indian attire, not even a drench of her body was visible. Why is that the fear of society kills our confidence?

In the country where we reside, every other day a girl like Aarohi is forced to live a dead life.

P. S : Wish Girls on this planet can soon enjoy their life in peace, without any fright of loosing their own self. One must not forget every girl is a daughter, a wife,a mother and a sister for someone, lets protect them and not make them a living dead soul.

 

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The Coffee House..!!

The early evening lull had come to the streets, that silence between the frenetic commuters and the vibrant party seekers. The bars and clubs were jammed with loud music and energized mob, the only visible life being the coffee-house that teemed with diners, chatting, relaxing after a busy day.

All the glossy wooden tables were lightened up with conversations, laughter and coffee mugs except the one. There was sheer silence on the table situated in one corner of the coffee-house. Meera 24-year-old innocent and charming girl, Rahul 26-year-old smart and young boy both sat across the table, this was not a regular meeting for them. There was lot that they wanted to speak but there was hush between them which spoke a lot. While both were waiting for each other to initiate, the silence was broken by the café waiter.

 After placing the order, Rahul started recalling some old coffee meets with Meera when they used to do the craziest things. The coffee-house was the place where they had confessed their love on 26th December 2014. Ever since then the journey had been wonderful for them apart from the last 6 months. Things had apparently changed between them since last 6 months, when they were miles apart. Rahul had been transferred to Chennai from his job and Meera was in Mumbai. Within six months, they faced major understanding issues and they had realized that love was not enough for a lifelong relationship. All this months had been tough; trust issues had risen and had ended up into weeks of fights. Ego which never existed had grown between them. And one morning they decided to finally meet and end it for it had created a mess in their life and today was the day when they had decided to meet. Both being in the crucial age of their life, decided for being practical and not moving ahead. They knew the broken heart could not be lashed again.

When Rahul recalled each memory that they shared tear rolled down from his eye, Meera placed her hand over Rahul’s hand. From the day they met they were madly in love. There was respect, care, love, fights, friendship, understanding and everything that an ideal relation needed. They never had thought that distance would be the actual test of their relationship.

While both sipped a sip of coffee Meera uttered: “How Strange it is Rahul, even though we were madly in love and everything was just like a fairytale but still we have to depart”. To this Rahul spoke nothing but held her hand tight enough. He knew this was the last time and he just wanted time to stop for a while. They kept on recalling their memories and talked for hours and hours.

Clock ticked 11:00 pm and the waiter arrived and informed that they were about to close the coffee-house for the day. Rahul and Meera who were lost in their own world, dint even realize what the time was. Rahul paid the bill and they walked out of the Coffee house.

“That’s it we have to depart” Rahul spoke in grief.

Rahul pulled Meera close to him and hugged her for the final time. “The warm and cozy hug will be missed”-Meera murmured.

And Finally, they departed with a smile on face and tear in eyes and with a hope of meeting again in the Journey of LIFE.

P.S : Love touches us in the most significant way and leaves us in the most painful way.