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.

 

The Surprising Door Bell

A year later, sharp at 12:00 am the door bell rang “TING TONG, TING TONG

Meera who was busy attending the phone calls rushed and opened the door. To her daze, a middle-aged man was standing on the other side holding a Bouquet of Blossoming Red Roses, her favorite Ferraro Rocher  chocolates and eye pleasing gifts.

Thunderstruck Meera was almost about to shout : “What Daaa….” Just then she gasped, collected all the stuff and hurried towards her room. For the next few minutes she kept on gazing all the gifts, she very well knew from where it had arrived. A drop of tear rolled down her eye when she murmured –

The Best Surprise from the Best Person” ~ Rahul. His name from Meera’s lips created a beautiful echo in the void room.

Meera calmed herself and started hunting for her phone. While dialing his number, Meera thought : ‘A call after a year‘ (Although no calls were made in the entire year but Rahul’s number still was in her favorite contact list). Even before the ring could be heard, Rahul picked up the call (The most awaited phone call for Rahul).

And it was “Silence on both sides

While Meera recovered some courage to say “Hi“, Rahul as always had already taken a move. The first 3 words he spoke were

Happy Birthday Darling..!!

The lovestruck word “DARLING” after a year made Meera blush. She finally spoke “Rahul, I am overwhelmed to see how perfectly you make my day so special. Each and every small effort of yours makes me feel so grateful. Thank you so much Rahul

Rahul replied : “Meera, this is the day I was waiting for since a year

The conversation then started and continued for hours and hours. They discussed about each and every bit of their past One year and also how much they missed each other. Loud laughter, tears of joy  and constant chitchat continued from both the sides. Clock ticked 9:00 am and when the rays of sun lighted the city, they realized they were already late for their moronic office.

Just before they were about to hung the phone, Rahul asked : “Meera, can we please meet today evening, at the same coffee shop ?

Meera (desperately wanted to meet him) : Within no seconds she replied “Yes Rahul, sharp at 7 pm

With grin on their lips and blush on their cheeks, the phone call ended.

P.S : Some relations demand time.. 

 

 

 

Are you suffering from Mid 20 trauma??

One more elegant Wedding to attend and I want to escape. These days my most awaited dream makes me feel tearful. Ever since I was in college, I wanted to be the most charming bride. I always used to visualize my wedding with the glitters, the bells, white orchids, glamorous decoration, appetizing food, wedding dance, friends, relatives and so on. But today I am scared with everything that’s happening around me.

Before I narrate my situation, let me introduce myself I am Ria Sharma, 25 years old and a girl who per society should have been having kids at this age. Like every other girl of my age I am the most eligible candidate for …

You might be wondering eligible for Job???

So, let me break your hunch.

Not eligible for job but the most Eligible candidate for Marriage.

Nowadays, every third person whom I meet has just one topic to discuss about me:

When will I get married?

Why am I rejecting every boy?

Have I already found someone? and many more…

Sometimes I don’t understand what’s wrong with everyone? Is marriage the last thing for any girl/boy of my age? Can’t they have a life of their own?

There’s nothing like I don’t want to get married but till the time comes why can’t I just be the way I used to be.

“A free bird flying in her own sky and just relishing her life on her own terms.”
By now, I have realized it’s not that simple. We live in a society where some predefined rules have been just stamped and it will be the same. Although few things still can be changed but everything demands time and patience which we as young blood often tend to lose.

 Currently we might feel the phase is just getting worsened every day. What we desire is just moving out of our league. We start feeling pessimistic about everyone’s opinion around us. There’s nothing wrong in having such thoughts but at the same time we should not forget to live in the moment.

Each phase of life has its own beauty, we might not be happy with what we are in currently but this might turn up to be a beautiful memory once conquered. This phase might team up with a little pressure, some arguments might lead to havoc, some disappointments might lead to pain but we must understand everything is just temporary. This is not the End of Life..!!

It’s a journey of miracles, you never know which might turn up to be a Life Changing One..!!

So all the beautiful young souls out there, “Just Relax, Slow Down, Breathe, Enjoy and Cherish it..!!”

The Early Dawn…

The sun had barely risen and the city had subdued quiet in dawn. Only some road sweepers and morning factory workers hurried through the fast moving streets of Mumbai.

While everyone passed along the streets, I found a fisherman trying to get his way through the deep sea. The silent sea waves created a symphony which was peaceful. The fisherman, in the midst of the never ending sea was in search of something. For him his boat was like a extravagant yacht, the one enriched with all the luxuries of world. His fishing net was not just the one knitted with nylon or silk but above all it was his reason of survival. The isolated sea had now turned out to be its soul. Everyday he would porch in the same sea in hunt of living for his family.

By now time had elapsed by few hours, sun was overhead and the buzzing streets of Mumbai were now crowded. The fisherman kept on swirling his fishing net in all directions. While he did so he had now managed to get some fishes and though it was not a fancy deal but feeling of contentment was visible on his face. And now, he knew that he would be able to get something for his family while he returned back. And his search went on for the rest of the day.

When the beautiful sun was about to sway back and the sky dyed pomegranate pink, the fisherman sailed his boat back to the shore. A feeling of pride was clearly seen on his face. His job though it paid him little but he was satisfied about what he did. At the end of the day smile on his family’s face was all that he strived for.

P. S : Be contended about what you work, it may reward you sooner or later.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is Attracting Me right now??

Have you ever wondered how your one thought can change the way you lead your life.

Ask yourself – what is that attracting you right now??

Is it a good thing or a bad one?
Are you happy about what you have or are you distressed?
Is your love life complete or are you still figuring out your relations?
Is your job giving you happiness or has it turned into freight?

Hopefully by now you might be having answers of all your thoughts. Let me now reveal the power of your THOUGHTS..!!

Did you know: The thought that you emit can create wonders. A small positive thought can change your day and a negative can change your week.

Are you surprised by the gulf???

If not. then you should be. Positive thought lasts for a lesser time then negative one. The frequency at which our mind emits negative thought is double than a positive one.

Recently I discovered a Secret to deal with all the havoc which is effused from our mind. The battle between the positive and negative can be controlled by yourself.

As rightly said by Rhonda Byrne “We are the master of our thoughts”

What we think eventually comes to us, may it be positive or negative. One small thought is like a drop of water in a barren land. It’s difficult to control your thoughts but definitely not impossible. There’s a 3 step process to rule our thoughts.

  1. Ask
  2. Believe
  3. Receive

Whenever you seem to have a gloomy thought immediately ask yourself is this what you want and if not then divert your mind. Think about all the good things that has happened with you, think of all the future plans, think of having a happy to go life. Your inner conscience has a lot of power. Half of the problems can be solved by just asking yourself.

Once you know what you want start believing in it. Have a belief that you have already procured it. Optimistic attitude towards your wish draws it closer to you. If you are sorted with this belief in yourself ultimately you will receive what you want.

And at the End, Always RULE your Mind and Never let your Mind RULE you.

Your thoughts are like Shooting Stars, make a wish and it will be all yours.

Real Magic is hidden inside you, hunt for it in right direction.

 

 

And It’s my Fable..

Hurricane ..!! ‘I am 25‘ she realized, while she was in midst of her fairy tale dreams.

With this appal she woke up in fright,the sun beamed upon her face, her gaze was locked onto the cloudless sky, her heartbeats ran at the speed of a shooting star and her body was damp.Moving out of her fantasized world was the last thing she thought she could achieve.

She relaxed for a while , and just when her heartbeats sank a little, she exclaimed :

I can still be in my fancy world..There’s no one to stop me yet..I am 25 but that does not stop me from dreaming of a world which belongs to ME..!!” 

Right from her childhood she had always heard about A Perfect Life, Future Castle, Sand dunes, Prince Charming and so on. All this beautiful tales made her feel that she could possibly build a castle of her dreams.

She always saw people giving gloomy opinions about “Fairy tale world and blooming Fantasies”. Everyone around, poked her for accepting the fact that “Fairy tale is a MYTH, and she should better stop dreaming about it.” But for her it wasn’t so.

For her it wasn’t a fabricated fable, but it was more of reality. Although she thought of things which were way out of her world, but it was all about how dreams and imaginations could be turned into truth. She was emotional about her fancy imaginations but she was strong.She knew practical world might be different from virtual but she was ready to accept it.

A girl with fierce, a girl with sensitive mind and a girl with polite heart.She was a perfect combination of everything that could be asked for. She always had a belief:

“Fairy tale or the Imaginations or the Fantasies:”

Gives us a lens to see the world in a startling new way. Help us to see our lives not only as they are, but as they could be (or perhaps should be). It touches us in their most signature way by how we experience their endings : that are sudden, shocking, joyful, sad, adventurous that washes over us in the miraculous grace  which is

Grace of LIFE..!!!’