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| Oh, thy answer my question please, when shall I truly be free.? |
It all happened in a blink.
One moment, she was hopping and frolicking on the street, humming her own song, enjoying the company of the tranquil moon, who was glowing brightly in the otherwise dark sky, being an audience to the show of this little juvenile lady, following her every move, every step, but…but just the other moment the little girl was pleading, shrieking and wailing to liberate herself from the clutches of the monster who had held her in a grip so firm, she felt her blood might clot if the action was followed for some more time.
She didn’t know what was going on and yet she knew that it wasn't going right.
She didn’t know why this stranger had held her and yet she knew that he was a fiend, not a friend.
She tried to howl, but her mouth was covered by the mucky hands of the stranger.
She tried to crane her neck for some help, hoping to find someone who might be the around on this dark night, who shall rescue her, protect her and free her from the grip of this monster, but all she could see was the moon, still bright, still her audience.
Till the time the colossal sky was dominated by the gleaming moon, she was stripped, molested, abused, used and raped.
It began with the one who had kidnapped her from the street, but he was soon accompanied with another monster and then one more and then a few more, all on top of her.
She cried till her eyes had swelled, red and puffy, till her voice had become hoarse, till the time she learned that the odds were definitely not in her favor.
As the moon departed and the golden rays of the sun began to spread over the gigantic sky, she was left, finally rescued, aloof, still naked.
The monsters had departed but they had taken with them the young girl’s pride, self respect, courage and had left behind a timid, scared and feeble girl who can never dare to walk the streets alone again, who was immune to emotions now, who would never hum her song again, never entertain the moon again.
The story of this little girl resembles those of millions of other victims of the biggest contemporary evil: molestation, but the ratio of those gallant girls who can still live their lives as they should, who can still face the world like nothing has changed, who can still dream of a better tomorrow is trifling.
Majority of these poor victims either end up their lives or become a lifeless being and if they are yet more wretched, they may have families who might not want them to breathe any more.
Even if the girl is not to be blamed, she’s cursed, even if what happened was none of her faults, she is thought to be a jinx, even if she is still as beautiful as she was before the unfortunate event, probably she would never be married and these are the reasons why most of the victims find it easier to leave for their heavenly aboard rather than face the world.
Just in case the girl has the courage to live her life, will the society let that happen so easily?
And this is how the monsters win, this why they have so much courage to commit such a crime without any fear, without any guilt, without any sense of resentment.
How long would all this go on?
How long the victims shall be victimized?
How many more young girls shall depart from this world without witnessing the most beautiful moments of their lives?
It disheartens me even today, when I think of freedom, for true freedom is gained only for the men, who don’t have to fear while walking the dark streets alone, who are not questioned if they arrive home at two in the morning, whose hands don’t tremble, whose conscience doesn't evoke and stop them, whose guilt doesn't cease them from stripping the innocent young girl and committing such a mortifying crime.
Oh thy, answer my question please
When shall I truly be free??
- Shivangi Dutta
BBA LLB, Divison B
Batch- 2013-18
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