Saturday, September 14, 2013

(5) Exchange of words between a girl and her conscience


So, what is your problem? (CONSCIENCE)

I don’t know exactly what is my problem?(THE GIRL)

Then know it

I think I know it

Then..accept it, acknowledge it

Yea..i think that again is a problem, accepting it

You miss him, right?

Yes, a lot

And you keep hounding him, huh!

Yea..in a way

Why? And for what? Does it give you any joy?

I don’t know why I do that?

You know what?..you know everything..but you just don’t accept…

Hmmmm

What hmm…Come on , be brave and face head on…do one thing….line them out..honestly

Hmmm..okay…I miss him, I miss  him a lot and I want to know whatever is happening in his life?

Well…missing is fine, but why do you want to keep a track of his life? It’s his, let him deal with it.

I know, I know, I know it’s wrong, but I feel so helpless when I am unable to know if he is doing fine, if he is happy, if he is alive

Oh…so basically you want to keep a check on his wellbeing

Kind of….

Be specific…

Yes, I want to know his well-being all through my life

So that is possible by easier means, why do you need to chase him for that. Havn’t he told you so many times in so many ways that it infuriates him when you bug him and budge in his life! Do you need some kind of irrational treatment to understand such a simple thing?

No, I mean..i know I intrude, but that’s too out of helplessness…I miss him badly and when it crosses beyond my limits of acceptance and tolerance..i restart niggling him…and I very well know that he doesn’t like all that..

So my dear, when you know so much so aptly, why do you do these things, I mean why do you have to keep humiliating yourself, disturb him and worsen the bond which has been long locked at certain epoch. Why don’t you simply recognize it and agree to stay back there it-self if you want to experience the elation of the past?

I do try..

Stop that nonsense, since when you started trying?You always said…there’s nothing like trying…”you either do” or “you don’t”..am I right?

Hmm…you are right

So please, take the gear of your life in hand, move the steering of your thoughts and drive ahead, don’t keep putting the reverse..that won’t take you anywhere. You will keep hurting yourself and also him

Him?..he says he is happy

And you believe in it

Of course, why would he lie about that

Granted, that he is happy but does that mean, he doesn’t hold any pain..

He does, I know very well that he do…and I know I am the cause of most of his miseries..i know I have troubled him and am doing the same now too

You know everything and still you don’t change your ways

Do you think I don’t want to?..every single day I pray for strength to forget him, to learn to live without him, to push him out of my mind..but the more I do these, the more he comes back hitting me harder..and I fail..i fail I fail…I again start wanting him more and more

So you mean to say you want him in physical, near you, close to you by all means

No no…I don’t intend to say that…I mean of course physical presence around is the big thing to happen, but that is not the only intention to seek him…it would not matter that grave if he doesn’t show up for the whole life, than seeing him with all the hatred in his eyes..i am not capable of handling his hatred towards me..it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..it hurts to the core

So who is responsible for all this, aren’t you?

Yes I am..and I have apologized so many times for the same..but it seems the hatred he holds for me is unending and will cease only with my life…I never knew the price of falling in love was that huge

For what?

For the wrongs I have done..

So what wrong do you think you have done?

Though many, but majorly in three big rungs…

1.       Letting him come into my life…(he deserved a better person)

2.       Giving him hopes ( which I could never fulfill)

3.       Letting him go out of my life (when there were all chances to embrace him forever)


So you agree that it was solely your fault?

Majorly yes, but I think he too was wrong in not finding me out when he should have?

Oh is it, so you blaming him for that now

No, I am not blaming, I cannot blame him for anything

Then what is your problem darling..come on grow up…

Hmm…my problem, my problem is HIM, my problem is that I love him, my problem is that I miss him…my problem is that he is not mine…my problem is that he cannot be mine..and the bigger problem is I never understood why I love him so much when he hates me equally..

Oh…I remember, you always said..- to belong to someone, you need to unite through heart and soul, physical bonding is not that important and

Yes..i still believe in that..and I am strongly confident that he resides in me…but you know..i am human…I fail ..i fail to be matured all the time

See you have observed that leaving those few beautiful times, he otherwise always get sick of you whenever you hit  back in his life… Ok..let’s work it out this way..stop thinking about what is not there, what cannot be brought, what cannot be done and what could not be done. Don’t think about the detail that he is not interested in holding you in life anymore, don’t think about the piece that says that he is sick of you and your crabbiness, your crossness. Rather think about the verity that he wanted you, he wanted you so so much, he loved you more than anything else in his life, he gave you the most beautiful moments of your life, he treated you like a princess…think about the reality that you lived rather than the whimsies which may never become true…AND Maybe darling…may be he got more love and care from some one else and may be that is why you are no more required..


I agree..i totally agree that he’s been the best thing ever happened to me in my life I lived till day, and he gave me the most emancipating experiences I would have never got if it was not for him. But parallelly, he sometimes treated me like shit, he never trusted me for most of the things…he acted as if he meant to me only for my selfish motives..i mean at times, he made me feel so so low about myself that I still often doubt  that do I deserve to live, am I really that bad a person, haven’t I loved him beyond all the boundaries I was tied in, haven’t I regarded him as the best gift of life, haven’t I thought of him in the highest regards in my heart…haven’t I been the most vulnerable when it came to being with him, in his company to accommodate his ways of loving me…haven’t I too desired him in equal measures as he did  me…haven’t I splattered my most veiled means of adore unto him…haven’t I given him my soul to get immersed in his love…haven’t I loved him involving my every vein and nerve…

Of course you did, but you did wronged out somewhere too..and that’s what you are being rebuked for, and as in your own words, every wrong act should be penalized and so now it’s your turn to pay the price

I don’t deny to that. But  am I not already paying the price in torturing bits, after already paying the biggest, in form of losing him..what more do I need to go through then?

Perhaps more…

Yes indeed..and certainly he is right in laying down the punishment for me in his own words saying-“ I should not be given the privilege of listening to his voice, no opportunity to see him and no means to remain in touch with him..all these till I live, and to die with the same”..isn’t it too harsh…

May be, but he too have had a huge share of pain all because of you, he has had a tougher time than this, he had rolled out his heart crying numerous times due to your deeds, he has had enough unpleasant things happening in his life, and now it is your turn. May be because he could not say straight to you to get lost, he laid the punishment for you..do you need still more push and thrush to leave him..

Though he said he doesn’t care what I do and what I don’t ,But it seems, he still cares for me, he still worries about my well being,I still feel warmth of love when I think of him, I still feel he is as much mine as he was before becoming else’s, I still feel he too misses me and he too thinks of me…I still feel though miles apart, he can hear me when I call his name when alone, I still feel beyond all that hatred…there’s higher love left..

Of course he must be doing, but you are forgetting sweetheart that he has been very straight forward in expressing his thoughts..he has told you several times that he is annoyed with you, is angry with you, and holds enough grudges in his heart against you to let him never forgive you in this life…he has already told you that you need to suffer like this till you live, then why do you still hold the whims of him being in love with you…why don’t you accept that you were his past…and past is gone and there’s no love left in his heart for you. And if it’s correct that he still worries about you then why do you want to trouble him more by showing him your pains…why do you want to disturb him by your disturbed thoughts. Why don’t you leave him alone?

I do not want to harass him or do any such thing

But you are doing… by chasing him, telling him that you miss him and all, you very well know that nothing can be done in this context now..so why do you hurt him by your actions…you know he is in the happiest phase of his life, he got what he wanted, and he is living it all, is that your problem, you can’t see him happy?..huh? or you can’t see him happy without you?

No no, no ways..i always want him to be happy…infact that’s how I want him to be..happy happier

That’s it ..then please leave bothering him and intruding in his life…haven’t you already given him enough pain in all measures and kind..now please let him live peacefully…See…that’s not love if you keep on hurting whom you claim to love…you cannot be loving him if you are into aching his heart all the time..give him space..grant him his individuality…leaving him there would not lessen your love in any ways….no one is going to stop you from loving him…Love all that you can but also give all he wants…and all he wants is truce…..give him. He deserves to be happy…he deserves to be peaceful..and so do you..you know very well that you haven’t had any malign or selfish motives while you were in liaison with him..if you know about your devotion and allegiance, that is all how it should be. You do not need to prove it to anybody, not even to him…if his heart is unsure about your trustworthiness then nothing in this world can make him believe in you for reliability. So stop moaning about that, if it had to be, it would have been, and if it has to be, it will be for sure. So stop smoldering your heart on the concerns of not being in his good books,..if time has changed for bad..it will change for good too…certainly there will be a day when he would see you in the same light as he did years back….but you don’t have to again start expecting all that and again creating some whimsies..what you need to do in all is to call it a day…

That is the toughest part..i just cannot imagine going away from him

Away…what away…you are not near him any which ways

Yea..but through some means I am with him..i can’t disconnect them

You have to otherwise he will..sooner or later, so not to gain more pain..you better accept the reality and stop your idiotic behavior towards yourself and him. Respect yourself for who you are, be thankful for what you got, be graceful towards the time gone by, enlighten the present with optimism and be hopeful about the future….live every moment as it comes and stop worrying about ‘what would happen if’ and ‘what would happen if not”…just live and let live….and need be…disconnect all worldly means that gives you the temptation and opportunities to peep in his life..it’s not fair..stop doing that..

Yes…ok

Dear..you are not the only one who has got pain, look at other people in the world around..there is so much more misery and hardships than you can even imagine. Consider yourself lucky to have what you have, to experience the good things, to learn from the bad phases and to be alive amongst the best people. Think of all the good happenings and blessings of your life. Think of all those for  whom you mean so much more than just you. Overall, think about the love he gave you and just keep savoring that love through memories. Appreciate good memories and aid the bad ones to get healed. Time is the best medicine …give time to yourself, to this association and to your emotions to settle down…And consent to the punishment gracefully and endure it all your life….

But I won’t be seeing anymore of him…

Ohh..come on…you stubborn shameless….you anyways don’t see much of him..a glimpse in years..a word in ages..is that all you are dying for..grow up..take air…stop torchering yourself…forgive yourself and accept yourself, love yourself…

OK….so be it..if this is all that I deserve..this is all the he thinks I deserve…so I accept to bear this reprimand all my life..but I would make a request to him….that whatever happens, come what may, he should not show any gesture of kindness, sympathy or any act to help me if he finds or if he thinks that I am going through a troubled time, because my penance would only be justified if I go through all the pain without mercy…And if ever, he wants to shower his concern on me then it has to be only then and then..when he is able to forgive me for everything he holds me guilty of, if he can accept me as a human being I am, if he can empty all the grudges against me from his heart and if he can love me without any inhibitions and past holdups, only then he should make a contact…..no matter how much I crib, I cry, I try to reach him, his heart should not melt over any stupidity or helplessness of mine…he should stay as obstinate in this matter as he remains obdurate when it comes to acknowledging my words of love…if it takes this life..then be it..i would suffer the retribution till I live, but would not want any more of his condolences on my pitiable state of mind and life…Because I do not wish to live on his sympathy…if he has to give something then it has to be his love or nothing..i cannot stand the indifference anymore..i am broken..i am shattered..and now I want to get up and walk….i know it would not be easy without him..but in any ways..it has to be so..

That’s good..but do it with the right spirit ..not to prove to him or anyone, but to do your reparation for the remorse you hold, to give the ordinary life to yourself and to give him the much deserved harmony in his life…let him go…understand..that you both were not meant for each other..if you were..you would have been together now..

Hmm…I am not sure how successful will I be in standing upto it…but I will put in all my faith and courage to this effort of mine…I hope there comes a day before I die, when he had stopped settling scores with me by his aggressive means. The day comes when he looks into my eyes and say that he loves me the same way and I would see no more hurt and whines for me, left in his beautiful eyes…I would always love him and miss him…..How I wish.i had never met you,.How I wish-Either I hadn’t fallen in love with you OR I had met with memory loss after I lost you…how I wish I had died this night and not wake up to see one more day with your hatred, my love..How I wish..I could..

Good..hope you stick to your words and do not drop your dignity in your own eyes and once again in his eyes…be courageous..be practical..be strong..god bless

Sometimes heart takes a little longer to accept what the mind has already understood and agreed to…

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

(4) Horror struck mystery

Story of :- Two cousin (girls)
Location:- Some part of Old Delhi, India
Narrated by:- one of the girl mentioned above



Me and my cousin Vili were told by our common friend Shaun, that we would get good information about our project on city history, from an elderly man living in the old city. One morning, we both went searching that old man, whose house was located behind the old shopping complex in one of the oldest and ill- managed streets. After lot of effort put in, we managed to locate him. Before we could urge to ask him any question, he himself initiated a conversation on the very topic we had gone to discuss with him. As we were not able to comprehend with what he was saying, our faces turned bamboozled. Realizing that his words were Greek & Latin to us, he immediately got up from his century old- about to collapse rocking chair, and asked us to follow him to a certain place in the nearby vicinity, where he could easily explain us things with live examples. Though we were not very sure of his idea, but just not to overrule an elderly man’s suggestion, we decided to follow him. We were stunned to see a man of age ninety plus, walk with the velocity we both were not able to match, even though we were almost running behind him. Within very short time we reached an old rickety fort sort of construction, which seemed to be falling to pieces with every forwarding moment. He took a pause, turned back, looked straight into our eyes, and asked us, “so girls, are you ready for the most adventurous journey of your life?”….and we were like… “what adventure here in?”…but we nodded in yes and followed him again.

                Not many minutes had passed by, and we had started encountering the very uncanny and eerie pictures of an unusual place, with each forward step. We crossed through the house like big trees, sauntered on the sticky- animal print floors, saw the blood ponds, marched past the village full of dog-headed people, and what not?..we both were scared to death by now and could not even go back, because after we crossed each scene, it got closed on our backs. Having no other choice left and nerves going numb, we did not do else, but follow him quietly.

                After sometime, we saw a water rivulet flowing across a beautiful mountain. We felt tad relaxed to see something which was normal to our senses. That man, again turned around, looked at us and with a smile told us, “we have to cross this watercourse and then we will reach the place you would never want to leave. But ….let me warn you, don’t even think of returning back from here because from now onwards, things will not get closed on your back, which may tempt you to run back home. If you do so, be responsible for the horrendous things that will happen to you then after.” Though we got little frightened by this warning, we both were happy to know that from now on, there always would be an option to lope out from this ghastly journey. We crossed the stream sticking to him and arrived at a ground, from where we could see nothing but water all around, which was rising at its utmost speed. In no time, that man almost got disappeared by pacing on the thin path way, which was, supposedly the only way to cross the huge ocean like entity. We had no guts to follow him, as we were jolted with the thought of getting drowned, perhaps because we both didn’t know swimming. While we stood perplexed, a young boy of age around 9-10, appeared there from god knows where, and advised us to keep walking. On our disagreement and request to help us go home, he consented to help us out. He told us that we could not go back from the route we had come, but he would drop us at a safe place from where we could take further help and head home safe. That boy appeared like an angel to us in the worst times of our lives. We followed him without a question and after wandering through some good, some bad lands, we reached a place which seemed like a small village with people like us residing there. That boy left us there and asked us to be more careful from then on, as he would not be with us anymore. We thanked him for his help and then he left. We could see that all the houses in the village looked like the mirror image of each other. We were baffled as to which house to enter in, to seek foster help. As there seemed no difference between those houses, we randomly chose one and knocked at its door. A beautiful middle aged lady welcomed us in.  She behaved in a fashion as if she already knew we were coming and was happy that we reached. She offered us some juice and dry fruits and assured us that after we have had some rest, the other family members, who were asleep then, would help us out to go wherever we wanted to. We breathed some ease and went to sleep after having the creepily tasting juice and unusual dry fruits. Later, when I suddenly woke up due to some freaky noises, and Vili was still asleep, I saw the most gruesome sight of my life. I stood at the window of the room we were in, and could see the roofless courtyard right in middle of that palace like house, where they were slitting the human bodies and pouring some salt kind of thing in it. I was not sure if the bodies they were throwing and cutting, were of the dead beings or there was still some life left in them, because with every bluster, some painful cries could be heard. I got shit shocked and my feet started trembling. I could not move myself by an inch and could not even call out Vili to wake her up. Next moment, there came thunderous knocks on the door and call outs for us to open it. Before I could warn my cousin, she woke up and opened the door immediately. There was again that lady with more women this time, standing at the door. The other lady from the group asked us, if we had had a good sleep after the blood juice and bones-dry fruits we have had. We both felt utterly sick to learn that. Now, we knew, what that old man meant, when he said that we should not think of leaving him and running out of the journey. We understood by now, that we were in grave danger. We kept quiet and followed the instructions given to us. We were taken to a large living room where we could see about 50 people including kids, beautifully dressed women and grisly appearing men. We were made to sit amongst them and asked to entertain ourselves in the way we liked. We sat there for several hours without a word uttered. For a brief moment, I caught sleep and when I woke up again, I could not see my cousin besides me. I asked people around, where was she. They told me as she was feeling very tired, she went for a long sleep. Though I doubted what they said, but had no choice but to believe them. After several hours of not sighting her again, I became restless and started ambling across in the large living room which though hardly had enough space to walk. While moving rapidly in stress I stumbled upon a sack, which was laid across a sofa. The jerk my feet gave to the sack which was loosely locked, made it open and a hand plunged out of it. My heart almost stopped beating. It was my darling Vili’s hand, still holding the bracelet I had made and gifted her on her last birthday. I started crying helplessly and felt wretched at the site of my sister lying in pool of her own blood. Next moment, a lady came and stood by my side. She told me, “ do you remember the cries you could hear some hours back when we were seated together?, and you asked me who it was… it was your beloved sister who was made to entertain, though forcefully, all the men in our family, one by one..and must say she did her job well..and hence she was paid back with the reward she deserved…see, how peacefully she is resting here, and soon she will be utilized to be served as the juice and nuts to our new guests. And please don’t fret, we won’t whip away from you the opportunity to show your flair. Soon our men, who by now, would have turned hungry again, would come here to trial your caliber. Good luck girl.”

                Incapacity to utter even a word, move an inch more, I stood there numb, waiting to meet my cruel fate. And then came there, those wraithlike mortal beasts to tear me apart.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

(3) Special Wishes on the Special Day

Story:- Of a girl
Location:-.....
Narrated by:- Self


He had never been to my ancestral home earlier. That was the morning of my birthday. The least I could expect was him coming home. I was taking a stroll in the house garden, observing trees and the birds and breathing the morning air. To my surprise, I saw this tall handsome stature standing at the main gate and glancing at me gently seeking the permission to enter the house premises. I was stunned, surprisingly shocked and stood immovable by various thoughts churning my mind. In the meanwhile, one of the many guests already home, went ahead, opened the main gate and welcomed him in. Besides being my birthday, it was also the day for some puja for which several people had gathered at my parent’s home. I did not get any further opportunity during that day to learn why and how he had managed to visit home without me guiding him for anything whatsoever. Day passed by amidst lots of chaos occurred due to the puja and its procedures.

                         When the sun was about to say good bye for the day, and I stood in the corridor watching the motion setting the sun gradually, he appeared from god knows where, came closer to me and stood by my side. He did not touch me an inch, but I could already smell his fragrance, hear his breath and see my goose bumps almost pulling me out of my skin. Before I could turn my face towards him and urge to ask him a question or so, which I was not sure of, he came a speck more closer, leaning his face towards mine,( by this time my heart was already whipping a more), squeezed his supple lips, sniffed my hair, moved the curls with his index finger from my face, and kissed me tenderly on my right cheek. Moved a little, very little backward, and whispered erotically in my ear, “ Happy Birthday my Love”.

                     I stood still, mesmerized by the gesture he portrayed and when I turned to see him after few seconds, I could see his back walking on my face and getting blurred with every gaining moment. Simultaneously the volume of the song being played in the neighborhood somewhere, started becoming more audible with his going further away…..

                  Few things can never happen in veracity. It took me good time to bring myself out of this blissful experience I encountered through the early morning dream. Perhaps, it was the outcome of the continuous thoughts about him, I was revering throughout the previous night. And the moment, I slipped in sleep for a while, he came and surprised me with the best start of my special day.

 

Song which played in the milieu :- http://gaana.com/#!/songs/pyarmangahaitumhise-3

 

Monday, April 18, 2011

(2) Mother's Cries

Story: of a helpless mother
Location:-Bhimavaram, town located in the West Godavari District, Andhra Pradesh,India.
Narrated by:- Author


A middle aged woman went to the market to buy some vegetables. Her cute little daughter was along with her. It started raining heavily in this city where she was hardly a month old, and the  traffic made a mess all around. It was difficult to find any transportation back home. They struggled for an hour and still could not find anything. Lastly the woman saw a taxi at some distance from where they were standing. She waved her hand, called aloud and did other efforts to draw driver’s attention onto them, but it did not work. Then she decided to walk down that distance and hire the vehicle. She urged her daughter to start walking, but the child was so tired that she denied to walk a single step. Mother tried to convince her but failed. Then she asked her daughter to stand and wait in the same place for 5 minutes and told her that she will be back with that taxi so that they could go home. Child was ok with waiting there. The woman asked her not to move even a bit from where she was and having said that ,she started walking fast towards the taxi, turning back every two seconds to check if her daughter was ok. Mother was too scared of leaving her alone but they hardly had any choice. When she reached there, she checked with the driver if he was ok with taking them where they wanted. The driver agreed and permitted her to get in. She pointed him to drive in the direction where her daughter was and saying thus she sat in the vehicle.
                To her shock and agony, driver drove straight into the direction opposite to what he was instructed. Woman yelled at him in anger and asked him to correct his direction. Instead, he accelerated the taxi and with some unknown and devilish intention, did not pay any heed to her and kept driving fast. Woman got scared of many things together. She was not able to concentrate on the roads he was rushing through, was worried about her daughter  and could not even imagine what was going to happen to her.  Gathering all the force of the mind and body, she flung opened the taxi door and jumped out of it. She got hurt all over but was least worried about herself. She gathered herself and started running in all the directions she thought could lead her back to her daughter. She kept falling, running on the roads she could not recognize. She was asking every other person to guide her back to the vegetable market where she had left her daughter. People were very less helpful in this new city. She was tumbling down on every step, sobbing and shouting for help. She appeared like a mad woman crazily roaming around.
                All bad thoughts appeared to her mind, she started cursing herself for her decision of leaving the child alone. She was praying every second to God to help her daughter and keep her safe. After many efforts she reached the place she had left her daughter, but was taken by shock when she could not find her child there. She started crying and called her daughter’s name repeatedly loud enough to make others cry. She fell on the ground and hit her head on the road several times in regret of what she had done. But her love could not allow her to give up. She stood up, went to the nearest police station, filed a missing complaint and then started again the search for her child on her own. She roamed around all the nearby vicinities but could not find anything. Then she saw a group of  young college students doing some charity work. She walked upto them and asked for their help to find her daughter. They agreed and 5 of them set ahead with her on their bikes to help her. After wandering around the city for about two- three hours, it clicked to one of them that the child could have become the victim of the gang which was very prevalent in the city in children kidnapping. They tried their luck by driving straight into the area of those goons, known to one of the girls in that group. They reached there and found no strict security  and hence breached the boundaries and went inside the old factory which was being used as the workplace by that gang. They all started searching for her daughter. They came across many young children who had been physically abused and were being prepared for some gruesome operation. That woman was petrified at the sight and only prayed for her child’s safety. Her tears and cries were endless, until she saw a glimpse of the dress her daughter was wearing on that day. She ran towards the iron stand where her daughter was lying asleep. She broke out in cries at the sight of her daughter. She held her in arms, hugged her tight , kissed her several times and started calling her name to wake her up. She did it many times but there was no movement in child’s body. She shook her, moved her face, pour water into her face, but all went in vain. The woman was aghast to see this, she begged her daughter endlessly to speak up , open her eyes and come back to her.
                Few minutes passed away, and then the child who was wrapped in mother’s arm, opened her eyes, smiled at her mother and said….”its a circle mamma, please don’t cry , I will come back”. And then she slept forever.

Friday, April 1, 2011

(1) Girl in Sopore


Story:- Of a girl aged 21 years
Location:-  Sopore,the apple town of asia, the terror zone of Kashmir, located in Baramulla district, 35km north-west of Srinagar,India.
Narrated by:-Author

Given the place she lived in, life was not easy on any single day. That morning chose to be no different, and came with worse in store for her. She was striding down the curvy roads to get to her home, after she was done with her teaching job at school that day. She had heard of some reprobated activities taken place in nearby vicinity, the previous day. With thoughts running her mind crazy and feet driving her fast towards home, she almost lost the track of observing things developing around her. Two men, had started following her from midway and were seeking the safest angle to get her in clutch without making any alarm. And they were successful in doing that in next few minutes. She tried her best to pull herself out of their arms, but to avail no gains. She was dragged to a nearby cave looking passage between adjacent hills and was kept there blindfolded for about an hour since then.
They dragged her back to the road after the pause and made her sit in the open back space of the truck,with them, which had halted there to take all ahead.
She could not help but cry fiercely all the while, imagining the fate which was in the following. She would think of the worse and get shivers and then cry again. Those men were immovable by her cries. They would in return give her some physical abuse and torture making it more horrible to await the next turn of incident. Eight long hours passed by and the truck halted at some deserted looking road-restaurant. One of the men, untied her blind fold and asked her to have a close look at the face of the man, himself, who was soon going to make her life miserable. She kept weeping and shaking all through. Those two got down from the truck, and started walking towards the restaurant. One of them halted, turned back and asked her if she wanted to use the washroom, if she was willing to freshen herself. She was too scared to say yes. But she had to, because it had been a long long day and she could not , but think only worse coming out of every minute, and she decided to get down and mug whatever was in facing. They directed her towards the back side of the abandoned shed next to the restaurant and warned her to be back there again in two minutes. Hesitatingly, she moved her trembling feet towards the directed path, with her mind racing on mixed thoughts. She hoped this time to prove as an opportunity to escape. When she reached the backside of the shed, she was taken by another shock of her life that day. Numerous girls like her were being made to do things forcibly by men like those she was travelling with. To her, it seemed like a brothel, where the masters were men. She gathered all her strength and ran back-steps to get out of that place, before anyone could notice her. When she reached out of the vicinity of the hell she had just visited, she chose to stop for a minute and breathe easy. When she returned back to the normal pace of air going in and out, her eyes fell on the green bushes which laid between the two hell she had been in some-while ago. As she had already accepted the worst outcomes to come, she did not give a second thought to her instinct of breaking out of that trap. She headed fast towards the seemingly endless jungle, hoping that she could save herself.

Nobody saw her ever again…

It was believed that, that jungle was in real, the hiding shelter and working mine for the radicals, who ran the churning machines for various illegal drugs and weapons. For those purposes , they kidnapped and kept young girls from the nearby villages who were used for both, making those drugs and fulfilling the physical needs of those ruthless animals living  in skin of men.

Difficult to judge, which decision would have proved lesser disastrous….to enter into the bushes or to get back to those men waiting for her at the truck.