Sitting here, beside my dear friend I am taken into a flashback. Memories unwind. I remember the time she first told me about herself, about her life. She was the only daughter born in one of the middle class family. The world may have moved on , and we may have become open-minded but evil does remain. Girls are still frowned upon as if it was their mistake that God sent them to this world. She was born in one of those 'all-male' families, who knew men and wanted men only. And due to some complications her mother couldn't bore another child.A 'mistake' that she and her daughter had to suffer for.
But hers was a different story, different from cinderella or snow-white tales. she was fed well, wore good clothes, was sent to a well-known public school. everything about her was similar to a 'normal' well-brought up girl. even her mother loved her.That was the only love she received. that's it! she was not loved enough, respected and cared for enough. Her father , uncles and all males of that 'all-male' family still frowned upon her. Stoned her with words that left her self-respect and confidence bruised and tittered into pieces.. so much so that now in her teens she was a shy,timid girl. Who sat in the corner most desk of the class, absorbed in books. While other girls talked about fashion and boyfriends, she sat there ignited by the desire to prove herself to her father, her uncles and whole of the male dominated society she was a part of. She had never known of fathers love, sat on his lap, listened to the stories. All she knew were curses and glances of hatred whenever she passed by her side. Her mother did all she could, but poor lady was herself helpless and ill-treated.
I had never seen those male-members of her family, but I hated them. Cursed them. And secretly prayed that somehow something would happen and she will be able to shun that world of hers and vanish to a place where she would be free and loved for who she was. a girl.A girl with a heart of gold and a soul so pure.But she was more realistic and always shrugged me off by saying "my life is real, it's not a fairy tale or a movie-it wont change.
However, evil can never lodge for long. God is great. He sees and he does miracles too. Good has to win over bad.And it happened! She was offered a scholarship to study abroad. How she and her mother convinced to let her go is another story but she was finally leaving today.
A sob startled me. It broke my reverie and I came back to reality. Here she sat besides me, my dear friend for the last time.She was crying. They were tears of parting mixed with freedom. I hugged her and smiled. She smiled back saying "your prayers paid off, I will miss you". I choked and just managed to say " I hope you never come back here". As we parted, I looked up to the sky and thanked my God. Goodness had won.Evil was left there, defeated.
They say victory has a thousand fathers, but defeat is an orphan. But like I said 'hers was a different story'. Here 'victory had no fathers and defeat was left childless'.
PS - Its been two years since she left. I dedicate my Diwali to her.May she continue to shine with all brightness over all evils that surrounded her life.
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