BROKEN PIECES( 1ST PART)

" beta....this is your chacha....he will be staying with us for few days.He is looking for a job in delhi"
"hello...uncle...sorry chacha....what is in that big packet??is it uncle chips or i cream??
(bell rings....)"miriam ....are you ok..??you were crying???kya hua?your eyes have turned red.."
"Karthika....am fine...its just some old memories.."
"hmm....so you dont want tell me.....chal jaana nahi hai kya??You know what Miss Perry mentioned about this 6 year old girl who was repeatedly raped by her own uncle,the girl had bruises all over her body and had severe internal bleeding,she died on the way to hospital.The icing on the cake part is that her parents refuse to lodge a complain cooz it would tarnish the name of their family.i magine, how could people do this to their daughter...and that rascal is roaming around freely....the girl has died....what gratification did that bast*** got from this??he is gonna be tortured in hell"

Miriam said" as if this gonna make any difference to the life of that little girl...good that she died,the nail marks and injuries might just vanish after some time but what about the mental injury???ought to remain for a life time...This pain would have tortured her badly for the rest of her life.Do you know the ratio of female foeticide in our country?Its like a curse...a girl child born...she is killed for no fault of her...tortured for no fault of hers and on top of made to live a creeps life....again...for no fault of her...

Karthika said" I mean how could just the family bury this thing,think about the girl....she had to bear all this pain and then die..... practically for no fault of hers....coudnt he visit some red light area agar itna he josh chad raha tha toh....bast***"

Miriam said "as i said...good that she died....or else would have been tortured to death...something far worse than....life.Imagine living this trauma everyday,everytime,everyminute and seconds.The feeling of being unclean...the "touch" that haunts you day and night,facing the same person at birthday parties,hammering his "gift"till it breaks into pieces,waking up in the middle of the night just to check if he is hiding behind your cupboard...the "touch"still haunting,leaving you claustrophobic,staying inside your room at a family gathering,trying to escape...god knows from what all,low in confidence...unable to trust any single guy in life...a feeling of "what if he does the same to me"....continues...trying to washup yourself just to get rid of that "touch"...unable to tell her family about this"

Karthika said" seriously.......poor girl....must have been really unlucky to go through this so early in life,anyway....yaar...arrrey,...stop the car here...infront of that juice stall...and please dont forget to bring chaucers notes on monday....i will message you...chal bye..."

"beta...agayi....look who has come to meet you...your uncle and aunty....uncle has been appointed as the president of " laddli...foundation",the organisation that works against sexual violence in the lives of young girls and women...."


"Miriam.....STOP. why dont you talk to me?arent you happy(fondling her hair)...bolo beta..."
"dare u touch me again....i will tell everything to mom,i will......"

she runs off inside to her bedroom.......tries to hide her behind the bed.....crying,her face is covered by her hands..
"jesus,why did this happen to me???kill me....i cant take it any longer......