நிசப்தம்

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The sky bled red as the sun rose over the horizon. The first ray of sun light fell on my face. The mango trees swayed to and fro to the tune of the soft, wet wind. Birds were relatively quiet at this time of day and almost all people were still sleeping. The cool night breeze touched our bodies now and then. There was a dead silence around. I was there, flying along with my little sister, but not in peace. Things were so different yesterday evening. We were playing in rice fields happily without knowing the truth that it would be our last sunset. Our dreams were crushed first, and then even us.

Was it our mistake to play in the field at half past five in the evening? Or was it our mistake to be born in the lower class of the society? Or was it our mistake to allow that gang of bastards to abduct and rape us? Or was it God’s mistake? Whom to ask, God? I doubt if God still exists?

Who the hell gave them the right to touch our body? Who the hell gave men the power to overpower women? Who the hell said that we are independent? Are we really? And many more to list…

I do not have an answer for all this; but of this, I am sure: men who rape are not humans, not even animals’, as they would not hunt that way; they’re something which words cannot describe. They shattered our dreams. Had we known this we would not had played their last evening. But God scripted our fate the other way; the way that should not happened to someone even in the wildest of our dreams.

It all seemed like a perfect plan. They abducted us to an unknown place, locked us in a room till they got drunk, then they took turns to rape my sister and myself. Once, twice, thrice, as many times as you could count in your fingers…painful it was; more than what we could convey in words. We ran out of breath, we thought that they were done, and would let us alive out of the hellhole, but again, God scripted our fate the other way; they strangled us to death. First it created pressure inside our windpipe, then the blood cells burst, finally our soul left our body and we’re what we’re not wanted to be. Death did not give us peace. Even after that they raped us for an hour and finally, they took us to the same farmland, from where we were abducted last evening, and hanged us in rope in the same mango tree, where we used to play.

*நிசப்தம்* The silence must be heard; it has uncountable unsaid words that convey the feeling of unheard voices and dreams. My dream of becoming a Politician to work for the welfare of women and her dream of becoming a doctor were shattered into pieces. Our parents hope of living a better life when we grow up came to an end. Not just ours, but many unheard voices, unfulfilled dreams, and broken hearts. There could be many answers for silence, but the best of them provided by the people in our country is that they have a reason to write/speak/like/share/tweet/pin and then forget it in a weeks’ time.

Listen to the silence…
Of the dead souls,
Of the RAPE survivors,
Of your heart,
And teach your sons to respect every individual equally.
Let’s create a better India for future generations!

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0 Replies to “நிசப்தம்”

  1. Well written Bro….
    It is quite unfortunate that this happened 🙁 How can any woman feel safe after this? This post poignantly brings out the agony of that horrendous episode which is very sad. High time the judiciary system takes up strict action..

  2. Strong words, strong call to the society to wake up and do something. There cant be a better platform than a blog -for a blogger to appeal.
    I liked this format – social message wrapped in a narration. All the best for Blog a ton.

  3. Strongly strung words and so is the message you conveyed through this. Now the time has come to make the unheard silence to be heard!
    This is among one such creations from your pen I look for… Awesome narration and also beautifully worded 🙂

    Thumbs up for this, Sarav
    SmileS

  4. This was a very vividly written post and that end, was wow and am glad how you used the word survivors. Yes the boys must be taught to respect women and yes they are not victims but survivors, and we need to change our mindset and learn to stand up to evils.

  5. A very well written post with powerful narration.
    It is tragic that we still don't have strict laws, though the laws won't help when there is no shred of humanity left in these people. You are right, 'parents need to teach their sons to respect individuals'.

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