Mothers are angels on Earth sent down by the Almighty for their little angels to step safely on this Earth, to take that first step towards success, to live this life as blissfully as their mothers. A mother takes the pain to inculcate this little life into hers. She struggles yet holds a strong determination seen as a smile on her face throughout the ten months to give this unborn a new life. She brings her little one out with so much of pressure on her body and happiness in her heart. The best moment recorded in her diary will be the first moment she sees her princess; even cloud nine would not have been enough to express that mirth she would have had when she held her kid in her arms. The only time tears rolled down her eyes will be the time when her sweetie cried. She picks her up quickly to give her the taste of the best nourishment with sprinkles of love. The first kiss on her little one’s forehead shall cherish the blessings and lead the little one’s hope to its destination.
She holds her little hands, and slowly helps her to take the first step, then second, then third and then the next. She takes a snap of every moment she spends with her angel. She takes care of her baby every single minute. She cries when her baby cries in pain, she shivers when her baby shivers in fever. She forgets her tiredness and skips her food for her kid. A lot of sleepless nights she faces for her sweetie to sleep in peace. Even at 2 A.M, she doesn’t hesitate to run to a doctor. At the door bell she stands begging for her kid to get cured. Once her baby is cured the contentment she gets is beyond measurement.
Once her baby starts walking, and then running, she opens her list of all the naughtiness. She jumps from table to sofa, from step one to step four, from top to down and alas breaks her leg. There comes running our mommy, to give the zip of beating to aggravate the situation all the more. This would have been the first time the baby witnessed the yet another face of her mother. Surely she had not known that it was just another form of love for her daughter to let her differentiate between the good and the bad, the right and the wrong. Otherwise she has always appreciated her little one’s effort in exhibiting her role as a powerful princess.
The pages of her diary on the precious days of motherhood are completely packed with snaps of wonderful memories she has had with her little one right from the day she called her mamma; her first day at school; her first wound on the knee; her first fight with her best friend; the first C grade in the progress report at school; the day when she tops in class for her mother; first dance performance; first prize awarded; the day when she starts going to school alone; the day when she understood the beauty in being a girl; the day when she was graduated to the first day at office. She has always cherished each and every phase of her budding flower.
But hardly had she known that she had to note down one more day in her diary that shall be the last and the worst of all. She had to witness the day on which her daughter was lying on the pool of her own blood. The state of her daughter was beyond recognition. Her hands and legs were stiff. Her clothes all torn, her long hair chaotic, her dreamy eyes were still. Her mother read those eyes asking for the sin she committed to suffer the way she was left to by those wolves. She was left to rot under the shades of her ill fate. There was absolutely no one to help her when her body was grazed by filthy and vile worms that are to be crushed to death. Her shrieks were bottled inside the walls of the wretched room. The packs of monstrous wolves walked off easily by placing the justification for their acts on the girl’s ill fate and character.
Thus ends the diary of this mother who has done nothing but gave this country a daughter who would have been a perfect wife, a cheerful daughter -in -law, an extraordinary mother above all she could have been the best teacher or an eminent scientist or a peoples’ doctor. The only mistake she did was she did not mention about the cruelty that dwelled in certain class of people who don’t even deserve to be named as mere animals. She lost interest in the kind of politicians who rule the country, thus she mentioned nothing about the laws. She did not say that there is no point in seeking help from others who act only once the damage is confirmed. She did not teach her that she is alone in spite of the country men being her brothers. She forgot that there is provision only for mercy killing but nothing for killing these merciless worms. She had to accept that it is her daughter’s fortune that she fell in front of the rapists and gave her fate to be written by them though she yearned for her rights to find those fate changers, thrash them down, rip them apart and take them to the most painful death beds. This is the answer she wanted to give to her daughter’s questions but again she forgot that the law and orders are servants to the bigger player called money.
The idea of priority matters a lot for many and thus it becomes the ultimate reason why most of the cases are neglected. Many are yet to learn to respect human beings more and erase their unwanted hunger. And at places where money cannot speak, lack of humanity rules. Until and unless the relation between the laws and money is completely omitted, this country will keep on witnessing the loss of more and more young women. Next on the list is the act of discrimination on the basis of caste that still prevails in the country. Even though India’s caste system is officially banned, the discrimination lingers, especially for Dalits. According to the National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB), more than four Dalit women are raped every day across the country. The measures taken so far have only brought out the monsters in human beings but have never been able to bring them in front of the actual court of justice. As per the NCRB records, every day 93 women are being raped in the country and the most horrifying fact is that 94% of the offenders are known to the victims, including neighbors, relatives and parents.
Let us just strive to seek justice even if it is by doing injustice to the treacherous worms. Never ever wait for an opportunity to act. Show up yourself and help however, whenever and wherever possible. Let the silenced wail of the mothers be amplified into voices for justice. Let all the mothers’ dreams regarding her daughters’ life be fulfilled. Though there is sense in asking a girl to learn counter defenses it doesn’t mean that the public can sit and watch the show because this some girl somewhere can be your sister, wife, daughter, friend or even you one day!