The Distasteful Sweets

Well, hello everyone. To say the truth, it is merely based on fiction, but cannot rather say possibly that the plot never really existed anywhere. Yeah, I was a child then. A little girl of ten years old. I did not have any idea of the great world where I am surviving. I just had my own lively soul in search of somewhere where I can lay my happiness.  Whatsoever, during those days, I went cycling on the roads of my village. It was all lusty green over everywhere and especially it went good over the old road where there were, of course, only a few people who lived there.

One day, a guy (possibly might be of a young college student) called me sweetly. I was happy thinking someone on this old road knew me.. Wow! I drifted towards him and he asked me my name and told me to take care of myself while cycling. I thought about it being so sweet and thanking him I bid him bye.

The very next day, I went cycling towards the old road again. And there was that very old guy that I met yesterday. He asked me if I can go to the shop with him that is few meters away so that he can buy some sweets for me. I innocently nodded my head. A few meters away, there was an abandoned marshland. The guy served me the most distasteful sweets unkindly. I felt the sweets served through his lusty eyes.it was served to me and it appeared delicious to him.

Unknown of anything, what I did was just to wail in an unknown pain. I do not remember how I was back home. No one did take the matter against him. If someone did support, it was all virtually. They said, it was shameful for me and even I was myself guilty. I was never allowed to go cycling again. But knowingly or unknowingly; that guy kept on serving sweets to many others.