A life, which no girl deserves

The story now your going to read is the mixture of emotions, fate, struggles, resposibilities, pain and many more...

This is not just a story like other ordinary stories..perhaps this is the story of a very young woman ( probably she is still a girl, unfortunately a woman )....

Just like every night we started packing the things which we sell daily on the foothpath. We hardly get money not more than 200/- daily for selling the stuff like women accessories, holy pictures etc. It's already 10.30 PM and I have to make food for three people whom I look after. I made some curry and made the kids to eat it with some bread. I hardly eat once in a day because the food will not be sufficient for 5 people daily. Just like every night I made these children sleep at the road side as we don't have a proper shelter to live. We daily sleep on the foothpath and live our whole lives on them.

I was sitting under the tree beside the foothpath and eating the remained bread. Suddenly I heard a man shouting loudly and the sound is coming nearer minute by minute. It's none other than the voice of our maalik whom we call our big-father as he look after us. Asusual he's drunk and a bottle in his left hand, walking zig-zagly. He's is totally not in his senses. He came to me and sat next to me. He stared at me for sometime and kept that bottle on the floor and started doing his daily basis on me.

I was unaware of what he daily does with me as I used to have no idea about such activities..He started undressing me and forcefully started lying on me..He started making out with me just like everyday he do.

The evil inside him came out and it started hurting me..it started becoming worse and worse..

This is not the first time he's doing all these. This is a daily routine for him.

I had not idea about what exactly my so-called-big-father was doing with me. Because my age is'nt sufficient to understand such illegal and unappropriate doings.

It all gave me pain and more pain as my age is not just sufficient for such things like sexual assaultment. because I was just 12.

I used have no idea about what he does every night with me but somewhere deep down I knew that whatever he do with me is not the correct one. Sometimes I used to cry the whole night out of severe pain.

This continued daily..he used to sexually assault me and goes to sleep after that and wakes up having no idea about the last night as he always drinks heavily at nights.

And after few months..

I suddenly felt unconsious on the foothpath  and the fellow beings had round up me..Later my neighbour lady, who was so old told me that I am pregenant.

I was just thirteen and had become a mother of a child..

This made me heart broken..the people who live with us on foothpath started treating me as a bad person. They started giving harsh looks at me. They think it's all because of me, It's my fault. But when I don't even know what actually happend to me, how can they blame me for this unfortunate act?

The old man came to know about my pregnancy and he bet me siverely thinking that I had done something wrong..He was unaware that he is there behind my pregnancy..he is the father of my child..my big father is the father of my child..sounds so wierd..is'nt it?

Few months later..

Three months baby is growing inside my womb...but I am still 13..no other girl on this planet deserves this situation. The old man continued coming at late nights but newly he started beating me and blaming me...

I am facing the severe punishment for what he had done to me..

I had to look after the children like everytime I do..I used to struggle a lot with the heaviness of my stomach. It used to trouble me a lot..

You may think that why can't I overcome this or why can't I take action against him..But this is not that easy..I also once tried to kill him but I realized that now there are three lives in my hands. If I go against him, I will loose these three lives which I don't want to..

Maturity is not by age, but the acceptance of your responsibilities and the experiences..

The old man continued coming at nights with a bottle in his hand. He continued his evil act but this time the victim is my sister...the another girl just like me whose further life is going to damage just like mine..

This is not just a story of a girl..This is the real and true story of many girls who are becoming victims of such brutal activities..

There are many girls living on the foothpaths in our India who are facing many dangerous problems in their little ages..

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AASHRITA.