The Dead Krishna
The story I m going to write is against women trafficking and for the women who have been a victim of rape or vitriolage. We live in a world where we worship women by different names we call them as an epitome of knowledge ;power and money but it has got its limitation upto the worshiping part only as it has no relation with the real world!! In the recent days where the case of rape and vitriolage are showing a logarithm curve we the so call men are unable to stop it.The story will depict a small friction of a lady ,how she becomes a victim & how she escapes and runs her life where she finally meets her destiny.
You came to me in my dreams and my heart slowed .You were as radiant as I remember, full of life, smiling ;a smile too big for that little mouth of yours. You were not doing anything special ,just standing there ,in a light too bright for my eyes but I didn’t look away. Even if the light burned my corneas, I would not look away. May be the part of me that told me that I was in pain turned numb at the sight of you. The hole my heart had learnt to skip over; the hole that had drown my life.
I still remember what happened one month back. My 4 year child was burning like hell and it was raining all around. With no vehicles on the road I was moving like an insane person in the streets of my village when a person with a van came to offer help to me. He said he was like an uncle to me. i grabbed my jewelries and the little money which my husband had left before moving to Kuwait. He was a carpenter there. We travelled 300 km to come to city area where finally I was helped by a doctor. I sold all my jewelry except a silver bangle which was given by my mother on her death bed. My child survived ! he started recovering also and finally he was discharge . I was very thankful to the so called uncle . I said him that I wish to go back and I am thankful for everything. He said that we will move back the next day after having breakfast at his home. I accepted it gladly. The next day we had breakfast at his home and we started our return journey . 10 min after I was in a deep sleep and when I opened my eyes I saw myself locked in a room .The food had evil in it. For me it was like the apple which was offered to Adam and Eve. I cried ,I pleaded to them to leave me and my child but they didn’t listen. And the next thing what happened is not explainable. Those bastard used my body like hell, they used it to that level that I wished I was never born. I cried like hell and I started abusing Krishna whom I had worshiped from the past 25 years. The only thing I repeatedly said aren't u going to come this time ??? are u dead now??? And the next thing what happened was this dream . when I woke up I had goose bumps. The only proverb that was repeatedly coming to my mind was that” you never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice ” and then there was this plan I thought to execute. Except on Mondays every day I was surrounded by necrophiles and only on Mondays I was allowed to be with my child. I planned that 2 day before I will start mimicking that I am having my periods and I need to use toilets very frequently. Since I am going to use it very frequently then no one will investigate about it every time. And yes it got it success finally! I ran like anything ! and I came to the city town. I was knowing this fact that my husband is not going to accept me. I had nothing except my child and the silver bangle which I sold at 3500.The first thing I bought from that money was a white saare because the world shows sympathy towards widows which will make things easy for me i.e to get job in household working. With the remaining money I secured a room and raw food for me and my child. And as I said I got job at 3 houses which help me earn a lot for me and my child.
Everything was going fine. It has been 3 years.
But suddenly my health started deteriorating.NO medicine was showing its proper effects. The money was spent like water when finally I was said to have HIV. The doctors said me that it has deteriorated to that level that I will not survive for more than an year . I had no choice left and finally I wrote a letter to my husband and asked him to take SHIVA(my child name) with him. I explained him everything.The only thing that came to my head after I posted that letter was how am I going to spent rest days of my life without my heart ,my son! The fear didn’t let me sleep for 3 days when my mind got firm on this that this is what best for my child. But the things happened in a totally opposite way. My husband came and asked me that can he be there for the rest days of my life.
I am at my death bed now and there is something I wanna say to this world.To the men specially that you should not act manly only from your genital organ but you should act manly from your deeds. You can stop it indeed !!
Siddharth azad