A Gloomy Night

On a shiny night, I was walking down the lane with an award that I had won at the conference for dealing with the rape issue in an admirable manner. It is a sensitive issue and most people think of it as a taboo while it is an issue that has to be discussed freely without any guilt to raise awareness. I poured my heart out by imagining myself as a victim by keeping myself at her place.

I was walking unescorted pondering upon the gravity of the moment where people disregard such taboos. Walking down the lane with a heavy heart, I paused for a while and sat on a bench nearby.

I took out my diary and started writing about my day whilst waiting for my cab. That was a moment where something strikes my mind and I decided to write about "Being a woman in this modern world". I thought about the women becoming independent enough to fight their pains away. As to, how easily she can conquer the world without being condemned for once. A significant question arises in my mind and I started to wonder why male gender is always despised and questioned? Why scrutinize the sincerity of the entire male gender because of someone's sadistic pleasure? 

That was the moment when I felt something on my shoulder. I was not scared. I remembered what I had been taught by the world to fight your pains away. I turned back and saw four men with their despicable looks.

They touched me and left no stone unturned to make me feel dreadful. I was passed from one man to another. I screamed at the top of my voice. I cried. But no one listened. They threw me on the road like trash with scars and marks all over my body. Later, I lied there naked and nobody bothered to cover me up. Instead, I became the center of attraction in the crowd. Flashes were everywhere. I saw a  man who appeared out of nowhere, covered me with some clothes and took me to the hospital. Then, I realized it's easy to discuss on any given issue but the fathom of what a victim goes through can never be measured.

That day, I lost faith in humanity. I was no more a confident girl which I used to be before this incident but I'more of a broken girl lying on the bed from several days waiting for the death to take her along. Time passed and soon I contemplated the value of life. It can only be understood by a person who has lost something worth securing. Appreciating life in all senses can be a moment of victory. 

Cheers to the badass woman who knows how to be a fierce flame with unapologetic honesty. The one who would carry her own sword rather than looking for a knight. The one who knows how to lure the world with her untamed charm. The one who possesses a generous soul with an amusingly ingenious mind. Yes. She is the one.