Some people like to sing, some people like to listen to music, some people like to browse web and some people like to read when they are alone. Only few possess the passion to write when they are alone. I’m one amongst those few who love to write a verse or prose even during the transit time. The time that helps us to realize how much we love our dear ones. Sitting alone at the Delhi Indira Gandhi International Airport is not at all easy and I can never sit idle.
All of a sudden, my heart asks me, ‘Why not to write about Cindy?’ The answer is what you going to read now. See you at Goa!
Cinderella oh Cinderella; I swing,
The earth or the alcohol, I wonder!
Who that Cinderella is? The number,
My hour hand shows is eleven,
Is she an angel from heaven?
‘Hello, Hi, Namaste, Vanakkam, Aadab,’ I say. She stares angrily.
I sit next to her and ask, ‘Shall we go to the room?’ She shouts like anything, which no one can understand.
‘Thank you for your complements! I did not mean that way. It is very cold out here and moreover it is not safe to stay here at this time of the evening.’ I say with a smile.
‘Night,’ she says irritatingly.
I laugh and say, ‘Yes, baby! Shall we go?’
‘Will you please leave me alone?’ She shouts like a banshee.
‘This beach is known as Slut’s paradise.’ I say and she shouts like anything, which only God can understand.
‘Hey chill, chill. I cannot understand your language. Can you please speak in English?’
‘Why should I? Please leave me alone.’ She shouts; this time I can understand her.
I smile and say, ‘Thanks,’ and she smiles.
‘All men are same; they wait like snakes for the right moment to bite!’ She says with tears in her eyes.
‘Ufff I agree, but not all! There are some good,’
She shouts before I complete, ‘No one is good. Everyone wants flesh. They cheat badly in the name of love. Actually, they want to try their hands on all the girls they meet in their lifetime.’
‘I can understand your tears,’
‘I don’t want your sympathy. Will you please leave me alone?’ She says softly with wet eyes.
‘But your eyes say it all. Tell me your story.’
‘I’ve nothing to say.’ She says with tears continuously rolling down her cheeks.
I stay silent looking into her eyes, which said the untold story of her life!
‘But could you tell your parents about him?’ I ask her with eyes puzzled.
‘No, What if they stopped dialysis?’ She asks.
‘The worst part of my life is my childhood days after that I lost the trust I had in men. Also, my parents passed away five years ago in local riots that happened in Mumbai. All I had was my Rahul but he too used me for his sex life. He is married now and I’m left behind alone with tears. That’s why I don’t want to live.’ She cries, I too.
I freeze on hearing her untold story. I am unable to utter any word because her life was cursed. All I want is to color her life beautifully. I hug her saying, ‘Well, I can still see colors in your life. Live your life for you.’
She smiles with tears and asks, ‘Will you be my friend?’
I too smile with tears – Lifelong friendship starts from that moment as we walk holding each other hand.
PS: The character may sound real but she is not, actually. The paragraph in which the girl narrates about her childhood painful experience was taken from Satyamev Jayate Video to depict how painful child sexual abuse is. PS: There is no point in appealing to support for a social cause because it has to happen on own self interest else it will just be an appeal. Fact: Gandhiji decided to stop saying lie after watching the drama Harichandra. There might be thousand or more watched the same but did they decide to stop saying lie? It is up to the individual to decide, and to create mass awareness. Join hands only if your instinct wishes to. Satyamev Jayate!. Live a life worth a smile in others faces. Thank you!
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