do not make a single sound,
he whispered in my ear.
tears rolled down my cheeks
as he took off my frock
just 4 years old, I stood frightened and baffled
His hands touched every inch of my body
and I stood there unaware and in discomfort, my knees started hurting
and I couldn’t stand on my feet
my lips were swollen
and my arms were scratched
my body was shaking
and trembling with every step of mine.
he somehow managed to drag me to the bathroom and portray the image of me playing with the bucket of water.
‘shush its okay, you are a grown up now.’ he said and left
I sat all alone and cried.
mother came rushing with a towel
Replaced my wet clothes with the dry and warmer ones.
‘why you don’t you listen to bhaiya? he strictly told you not to play with the water. you are becoming momma’s bad girl’, she scolded.
Days, week and years passed away.
The scenario was the same
his buldgy lump of flesh was stuffed in my mouth
it made me puked
I was like a fresh blooming flower which was plucked and brutally crushed
I was no less than a dead body
I was eleven when I collapsed
and bleed to death
my mother came and hugged me
she said,’its okay, everything is going to be fine. it’s just your periods’
for the very first time
I felt that something was wrong
the pain was unbearable
I couldn’t walk for days
I couldn’t sleep as he haunted me in my dreams
born in the family of seventeen
nobody could understand
I told everything to my mum and dad
helpless they stood with tears in their eyes
they couldn’t do just to my life
here I stand to make a difference
to save the other from the shadow of evil
to make people realize that it’s not okay
to make people realize, ‘IT’S NOT OKAY!’
*PART OF THE PERFORMANCE SERIES OF MUKAMMAL 6.0 (check the details of the event HERE)
WRITTEN BY: KHUSHI SONI