Weddings are a particularly
noisy affair. This one was no different. A large number of guests had
congregated at the courtyard that overlooked the huge, well-lit, mansion. They
congratulated the bride and groom, admired the decorations, criticized the food
arrangements – everything was just the way typical weddings are!
The children were also decked
up in the fanciest of attires. However, instead of joining the adults on the
dance-floor, they were more interested in playing amongst themselves. The
entire house was empty and it became the venue for the game that they were about
to play – hide-and-seek. The seeker closed his eyes and began the count from 1
to 100 while the rest of the children ran helter-skelter trying to hide in a
place where they would not be easily found.
She ran up the stairs until she
reached the third floor that led to a room which opened up to the terrace. She
was quite smart for a nine year old – she figured that by the time the seeker
reached the last floor of the house, he would have already found her other
friends and cousins, and she would be the winner. When she reached the room, it
wasn’t empty. Her neighbour’s uncle was sitting there, with a glass of whiskey
in his hand.
“What are you doing here,
uncle?” she asked.
He explained that he was
expecting an important call and, therefore, was in the house so that he would
not miss hearing the phone ring. She
heard the gleeful screams of a few children on the ground floor. “Quick! I
don’t have much time,” she squealed. “I need to hide!” He told her to sit down quietly and
make no noise. He, then, turned off the lights and carefully made his way back
to the sofa. She had not caught his evil gleam in the darkness nor had she
heard him silently bolt the door from inside. It was dark and she could not see
a thing. “Don’t be scared,” he whispered. “I am here.” She merely nodded her
head and sat still. Suddenly, she felt his hand on her mouth and in a soothing,
hushed voice, he said, “Don’t worry. You will enjoy this game – it is called
dark room.” Something about his syrupy-sweet voice spooked her but she just
sighed in compliance – she loved playing games; after all she was just another
child. The other children searched for her in the house but finding the door of
the third floor locked, they went down to look for her in other spaces. Her
choked voice gave no hint of her presence. As his fingers brushed through her
entire body from under her clothes, she experienced shivers. She did not like
what was happening but she did not cry for help. She could not. The brutal
monster abused her body despite her silent, fervent, prayers begging him to
stop.
Even when he, ultimately,
stopped, she, still, did not feel the same. Her body continued to ache while
her mind was terrorized with fear. He made her swear that she would not tell
anyone – this game was their little secret. She nodded in agreement, blinking
her eyelids rapidly to stop the tears that were about to trickle down her face.
She had not enjoyed this one bit – she had no intention of playing this game
with any of her friends.
She trudged down the staircase only
to be hounded by some of the children, who, still had been looking for her.
“Where were you hiding?” they asked. “You are the winner of this round!” She
did not know how to answer them. On seeing her silent and subdued, they merely
shrugged their shoulders, “Fine! Don’t tell us if you don’t want to!”
The new seeker began her count.
Once again, the children started looking for places to hide themselves. She hid
with the other children. This time, she did not want to become the winner of
the game. One always has to pay a heavy price for winning – on that fateful
day, that was the lesson that she learnt.
I do not know what to say ... this isn't just a fiction ... this is so real ... when will the world be a safe place for women !!!
ReplyDeleteFiction is always inspired from reality....When will the world be safe for woman? I have no answer to that question.
DeleteI was expecting this to be one of your breezy and cheerful observations :(
ReplyDeleteWhat a heavy story! But sadly, it is reality ..
I should have put up a disclaimer in the beginning, I guess! But it is reality - we do something with the intention of having cheerful moments but instead it all becomes ugly...
DeleteBlessings.... :-)
ReplyDeleteIt gave me goosebumps as I read this... !
ReplyDeleteSad but true.
Yeah...I had goosebumps while writing!
DeleteOh god! such a sad reality...and very powerful narration..
ReplyDeleteThanks Uma!
DeleteIt's a very sad and chilling story! Your narration is so vivid.
ReplyDeleteThanks...It is a sad and chilling story but what bothers me is that it is actually not fiction..these things happen so frequently these days....
DeleteInteresting
ReplyDeletethanks
Hmm!
DeleteA sad reality and hope this world gets better place to live:(
ReplyDeleteHope the same!
DeleteI am utterly speechless! This post is sad yet the most impulsive one i Have ever read. But one thing is quite certain, we need to be opened up to this harsh reality. Negligence is also a crime.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading this and liking it...It is a harsh reality and it is a pity it is something no one wants to talk about - we should have more stringent laws that favour the protection of women.
DeleteI completely agree with you.
Deletescary reality, sad how an innocent life is scarred forever... The issue of abuse needs to be discussed and children should be educated about it, victims encouraged to speak out against it.
ReplyDeleteI agree...I actually liked shows like "Satyameva Jayate" for that matter - even though they may not have contributed a lot to the process of bringing a tangible change, the show managed to get people talking on subjects that were initially taboo freely among themselves, while sitting in the living-room....We need more such initiatives :)
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