This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 40; the fortieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "MAKE A WISH"
Dark sky, deserted road, dim street lights, dull stars, slight drizzles, two pairs of legs walking hastily wanting to get back home as soon as possible. There is just this occasional swish of vehicles and the gentle touch of the drizzling rain water blended with the cold wind. The desperate eyes of the ageing man look through those old-fashioned spectacles in shear hope of hailing an auto or bus to head home straightaway. All this tensity and tautness is because of this beautiful young girl by his side, his daughter. The nervousness of the old man is that of every single father in this world.
They are pretty late and they are
very much aware of it. The gorgeous girl has this instinctive sense of safety
shimmering in her eyes. The presence of her childhood hero right beside her
gives her the strength, but the fact that she is no more in her childhood,
keeps sending a chill down her spine. Time is moving at snail’s pace and the
road ahead looks ever ending.
The beaming headlight of a fast
approaching car passes them, comes to a halt and returns back. The stench of
booze and cigar fill the air. Fear builds up along with tension and sweating
accompanies. They continue to walk as fast as their legs could. The car moves
along, keeping pace and the men inside start to verbalise filthy comments on
the girl. As feared, the men get down and start walking along with the duo. One
just pulls the girl aside and the other kicks the old man right on his chest
bringing him down. The helpless old man pleads them to leave his daughter. They
do not even pay an ear to his plea. Driven by alcohol and mad-man desire, they
just beat down the old man till his cry of love stops.
The girl is in total state of
shock. Things she never would have even dreamt were happening right in front of
her eyes. She was down there, totally helpless. They were five men against her.
There was no question of her fighting back. That was simply impossible. There
were no heroes down there to fight and save her. They strangled her into the
car and sped away. She was forced to succumb. She had no choice.
All those memories just came
before her eyes. Her childhood, Her first day in school, her first cycle, her
first friend, her birthday celebrations, hangouts, her college days, her first crush,
her first proposal, and one person she loved the most in her life; her mother.
All those moments of happiness, sorrow, joy and embarrassment flashed before
her eyes in a jiffy and vanished. She cried so loud. She fought knowing very
well that she was going to lose. She was in total anger with god, for she had
done no sin in her life to deserve such a thing.
She had just one thing in her
mind when all of this was happening. Just one thought prevailing over
everything else. Faith overcoming anger, she made a wish. She wished not for
herself but for every other women in this world. She wished that none of them,
in their entire life, must go through what she is undergoing right now. She
just wished.
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