A look outside my window..
into the darkness
one day,after coming back from class i had this argument with my parents..you know how it is, yelling and yelling trying to prove your point ( which you ultimately aren't able to ) and all..
that day,broken i sat down and contemplated if i actually could run away from home..
i looked outside my window,on a late winters night,staring..
i thought,maybe i could just not come home one day after class,wander off somewhere and never return to this house which according to me was the abode of all the problems,grief possible in the world.
Thats it..
i pictured myself getting off the van after class at my stop and going away,across IIT towards Munirka at around 8pm..
all was well,till i bumped into this wierd guy who seemed to emit vibes of helping..i spoke to him,confided in him,told him how life was not worth living anymore..how my friends couldn't console me enough to prevent all this..everything..
being sweet,he consoled me and took me to this little house..i saw children there,little children..he told me he'd picked them up from the streets to give them a better life..
while he went away to arrange some food for me,i interacted with those kids..i was awed, such cute kids,sparkling eyes and started thinking so highly of that man..
i asked one child sitting all alone in one corner as to how she liked this life,was it any better than the previous one..she broke down..through tears she told me she hated it here,wanted to go back to her parents..missed everything of her earlier much happier life,she told me that she was made to beg on the streets and if she didn't earn Rs.200 each day she would be beaten up and sexually assaulted by that man..i was shocked,disguisted,i felt stupid..it suddenly dawned on me that all kids there were girls and why their eyes sparkled..i almost burst out crying..how could i?? just then i thought of helping the kids..
lucky me,i didn't mention to that man about me carrying my phone ( these gadgets i tell you can be such a boon ) surprisingly i had balance too that day,so i called up the police told them everything,and asked them to hurry..i safely handed the kids to the police before he came ie..
just after the police had left,the man came..he looked at me with bloodshot eyes..i wanted to run away..but my reflexes seemed to have given up..he pulled me by the arm took me out of the house,tried to force me into a car,thats when my brain clicked and i cried out as loud as i could for help..thankfully some poeple came and prevented me from being sold off to a brothel..
That day i realised that this world was much more cruel than it seems sitting at home..
i was exposed to the harsh realities of flesh trade, where even minors weren't spared..
i couldn't believe it, i just couldn't..
i reached home,surprisingly did not hear a thrashing but was given a sedative and put to sleep by my mother..
the next day,she tried to force me into believeing it was a nightmare..but i knew it wasn't..
determined to put a stop to this all, i decided to become a journalist..
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i didn't realise when i felt asleep while thinking about the ultimate escape from all that was fake..
i woke up the next morning, to find out that this was a nightmare ( i was greatful to god that it was )
and yes,
i gave up the thought of running away.
PS-i made this up!
sorry have been a jerk all this while,not updated my blog..but i'm back to life!
do read and comment generously..
love
Radhika
signs out.
Amen.
