The silhouette that emerged from the darkness to the light
of the single bulb in the room was of an enervated fragile lady. Her eyes were
shallow and effete. The under-eye black marks and a scar-smitten pockmarked
face made her otherwise charming face seem hideous. The breeze edged her long
locks of hair. The sequins on her shoddy suit were glimmering as the fan blades
cut the sheen of the bulb above her head.
The surroundings of the police station created in her a
sense of fear. The last few days in her life was grief stricken for her body,
mind and soul. Till that day, she was a girl of substance. On that day, she was
torn apart from the façade of life. She was brutally assaulted and put into
shame by the maniac-flesh-loving-heartless-dwellers of the darkness yonder.
The fighter in her freed herself from the clutches of the
cables and cords of the dingy methylated spirit-smelling corridors of the
hospital.
She was a rape victim, raped once, forsaken by humanity put
to rest.
She was not raped once, but every eye that fell onto her
dishevelled face gave her a glaring stare. She was getting raped
psychologically by her kith and kin. Every look with pity at pittance was
raping her. The whole world was putting her through an excruciating pain.
The number was piling on. Every look on her was raping her
over and over.
The demeanour and individuality that she possessed had all
been sacrificed at the stake. The interrogating policeman with a raised eyebrow
and sly smile left her to tears after an eyeing attempt to capitalize on her
lost chaste.
The hovering crowd at the gates of the police station wanted
to see the rape victim. To see a sad and totally lost person burst to tears, to
appease their sadistic hunger at her expense, to rape her all over with their
callous eyes, she had to see it all.
As she left the station, the bandwagon of heartless ruthless
humanity cheered for her bravery and in the inners, burning cinders jeering for
her fate. Did she deserve the jeering of a fallen humanity or the humane touch
of solace?
The light that shone over the soul left her astray. She had
miles to go over a two forked path that either led her to a necropolis or to
lead as an exemplary to fight against the cause she had been hit by.
