Rahim realised real meaning of Life.
(Rahim's point of view)
I went to library and opened the letter.
"Dear beloved Rahim,
Since the day I met you , you were my only desire. Thinking and imagining about you was really fascinating. Talking to you was like a way in between forest of long canopies on a day of deep scorching heat. Passing a good day was like brooding very much about you.
As nature is beautiful if you visit it, you will find that it's challenging too. There's always a BUT before each and every happiness and I am among one of the most unprivileged cosmos.
You might be worrying about me, you might be getting hallucinations of me as you said in your diary.
Where I was?
How were these days for me?
What was I doing?
In between so many WHATS and WHYS you might had killed all of your leisure.
Trust me my ears were also feeling this thirst, there was a deep urge to listen to the mellifluous sound of yours . But here came the role of a woodpecker. She was my best friend . She dug the scariest hole of my life span.
She conflated with Rohan and brought hell down to the earth for me.
After you rejected me , i was broken. But still there was a hope. Ruchika, being my best friend she supported me to a great extent. I opened my heart in front of her. I thought she would be a panacea to all my problems. I was about to look straight but her negotiations and selfishness kicked me out of the whole panorama. She published whole of our tale in front of "Rohan The Goon".
Rohan. I can't describe him. Had you ever heard of a landslide which gave birth to an earthquake and killed many true souls?
He is not that landslide. He is worse then that and upper to all mass extensions. He burned me alive. He filled everything about us in my mum's ear.
I was fine until , Sushma , locked me in my room , scratched me , kicked me , gifted me slaps and spasmed me as hard as she could.
Respect is earned , indeed , age is not a criteria at all , it can give you a title but not the meaning of that.
After Rohan's action , she fixed my marriage with him without my considerations. I accepted , trusting god and lines of my hand, I got ready to get agonized.
Now being a lady of orthodox family , I had to do whatever that was written in my fate.
After a week , she fixed a date of us. I was decorated and told to conceal my abstract scars. All those marks which healed from outside but were expanding inside.
We joined his family for a luxurious dinner at their cottage which was much far away from so called city.
Mom was talking to his parents who were just not known to what i had been through.
I couldn't protest or ruin my father's name and reputation which my step-mom hadn't cared about.
Which parent will take his ward as a menace?
Same was with Rohan's parents. They trusted him blindly. I was asked to share some closed space with Rohan for a mutual talk.
We were shown a room which was at 3rd floor of the building.
Everything that happened afterwards was something like a nightmare for me.
He locked the door and kept the keys to which i objected.
"Listen , I am gonna take out my adam's apple", I screamed on him for his weird behaviour.
He stuffed his handkerchief inside my
oral cavity and tied it with my scarf.
I ran towards door , knocked it as hard as i could , but help was too far from me. I threw my slippers , a vase but nothing helped.
My sun rose from west that day.
He grabbed me and I cannot define how he used his masculinity to Fuck a subtle creature of this honorable country.
He screwed "BHARAT MATA".
I cried , stumbled but he was busy in his own lust and pleasures.
My purity was gone. He stole me from myself. He killed me. Now i was merely a 5.3 feet tall piece of flesh.
Nothing else.
People joined to enjoy the drama. His parents on the basis of their trust cursed me to be a person of lose personality. Mom took me home.
Again she started her household chores on me. I was not protesting now because i had been through the worst phase and now these small hard treatments of mom seem so dwarfed in front of those gifts of Rohan.
Now no one could hurt me with its bad tragedies.
"You please do something , die or run away from here as soon as possible. I wish to curse you. Why are you destroying my goodwill in society? Your veins have some patches of bad blood. Please I don't' wanna see your face. Leave my house before I do something harsh to you, or the best thing can be , go and get involved with that Musalman and let him quench your thirst." This is why i am calling Mom by her name, Sushma.
I was thrown out of my house without any provisions.
Somewhere when roads were cracking before me I found a pen on footpath and arranged some leaves of paper from a child of government school.
I didn't know , even after being rejected , i wrote this letter to you. Rahim i know that deep inside you there's a place for me, where i will be present always. I am surrendering myself to you. We will be perennial.
Perhaps, I would be vanished till you sum up with whole of these papers...
Rahim I want you to be a change for this sinful world. A wave who will not believe in these ongoing prenuptial things.
I will like you to see you as a man who accomplished all what he dreamt of. I will be there wherever you go.
I will love you forever. And don't forget to watch two stars dwelling in sky on a full moon night.
I will join Abbu to tell him how much his son's capable of.
Dear Rahim , always be the moon without which we can't look beautiful while twinkling.
Yours lovingly,
A victim of flexible orthodoxies."
