Let Her Cry…………

Raavi, a seven-year-old girl, came home from her dad’s funeral. She was not feeling much pain. Her age was too young to make her understand the pain of her life. There was pain, but she was not ready to understand that pain. She needed somebody at that moment who could help her to feel that pain. Her cousin brother was staying with her. She behaved normally, and it felt like she was not a human.

Her cousin took her hand and put that in his pants. She said, hoo, what’s that? Mumma, see what Bhaiya is doing. He stopped her and said, it’s nothing. This is our secret, don’t tell anyone. Uff, she trusted him. Why the hell she trusted him at that moment? That monster took benefit of that little girl.

Finally, after a few months, her mother comes to know about that and what she did. Oh, hard to believe, but she said she would give her an electric shock if she tells that to anybody. How can she? She was her daughter. Leave daughter, She was a woman.

Society was more important then her own daughter. That girl, grown up with that pain. That first painful incident of her life shaped her whole life. Left her with the trauma.

Two lines I wrote last night in Punjabi I would like to share here:

ਓ ਰਾਤ ਮੈਂ ਰੋਣਾ ਸੀ ਰੱਬਾ,

ਜਦੋ ਤੂ ਹੱਸਾ ਦਿੱਤਾ। 

Oh god, I wanted to cry that night,

when you made me laugh……

Keep smiling,

Thank you,

Riya Om

PS: This is a fiction story based on true events.

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