The day is not too far

It was 11:00pm at night; she was tired more than usual and felt sick. She decided to take a nap. As she lay down on her bed, closed her eyes she felt pukish. She got up quickly rushed to the washroom and puked her lungs out in the sink. It was the start of her third month of pregnancy and the whole pukish thing has become so common for her now that she didn’t become restless at all. She washed her face and came back to her room, sat on her bed and opened her diary where she has jotted down few names for her child. She always wanted to have a baby girl but then her mind drifted to all those incidents which happened last year in our country gave her chill down her spine and sweat beads on her forehead.

Lately the condition of female fraternity had been really bad in our country. In broad day light such in human rape cases have come into the picture and the culprits are escaping freely given the fact that we have a very diplomatic society and a corrupted system. Her blood pressure shot up for a while and that made her more paranoid with every passing second. She closed her diary, put it aside, switched off the light pulled up her quilt and drifted into a deep slumber.

And she saw a dream…

5 years later…

She was residing in Delhi with her husband and her 5 year cute daughter Vidya. Vidya was the prettiest girl in her family with green contrasting eyes, doll like face and her exquisite features made her look adorable. Vidya was a jovial girl who loved to play around all the time. Watching her play like that her mother felt more satisfied. She saw her own shadow in Vidya and that gave her immense happiness. One day Vidya came back from her school and she was crying. When she saw her mother she hugged her tightly and cried her heart out. Her mother could feel that Vidya was shivering. In fact she was terrified.

“What happened honey?”

But she kept on crying. Vidya was taken back into her room and her mother tried to make her sleep. Once she was sleep, her mother got up and enquired in Vidya’s school about her sudden outburst. No one had a clue what she was talking about. After a while when she came back to Vidya’s room, she was shocked to see blood coming out from Vidya’s thigh. She quickly took a towel and pulled her frock up and then the sky fell over her head and land escaped from beneath. The blood was dripping down from Vidya’s vagina. Vidya’s mother felt weak on her knees and fell down, tears made their way out of her eyes piercing her heart. She yelled, she cried and she screamed that made Vidya awake. And then Vidya narrated what happened while she was coming back from her school.

Her school got over at 3:00pm and she boarded her school bus. The school bus dropped her off at her usual bus stop where a stranger who must be 40 years of age offered Vidya some chocolates. Being a 5 year old kid she jumped out with joy. The stranger then told her that he will drop her home in his car and then the thought of going home by a car made her more excited and her happiness then knew no bounds. They got into the car and after a while the stranger stopped the car in a deserted area, tied Vidya with the seat belt and raped her brutally. Vidya who was not even aware what rape meant couldn’t react and her pain was suppressed into cry. Once she was dropped near her house she ran upstairs and hugged her mother.

And she woke up with a jerk, checked her watch which said 4:00am. She gulped down a glass of water and being terrified by the dream she waited for the sun to come out. She took bath and left for the hospital at around 11:00am. After reaching the hospital she immediately rushed to her doctor and said,

“I want to abort this child. I don’t want to give birth to my child who will be abused, molested and raped in our society later on in her life.”

The condition of our country is same and if nothing is done now to stop such inhuman acts then that day is not too far when people won’t be ready to give birth to a girl only because they are scared that their daughter will face the same things in life what Damini, Nirbhaya and other victims faced. Have our conscience died within us? Who will fight for these victims? Our diplomatic society? Or the corrupted government? If we want to see a change around us, it’s us who will have to take the charge of bringing a change in our society, in our system. This is a waking call for all of us, if not now then probably never.