That night Rishabh cried with words of his life. His voice could not find the direction of his words because they were creating an impact in every letter. Samira surrendered herself to that moment when he began narrating what had happen to him.
“I love my sister, I love my mother and then I do not know what loving everyone is about. This huge telephone bill will tell you that I am not comfortable with people I meet. I share when they cannot see me because it keeps me away from embarrassment.
Father is busy whenever is not home and he is never home. He showered his love once when I was with him and we were together never before. He met his business partner’s wife and they both exchanged smiles. I saw him smiling for the first time. He turned his head and then I could not see that smile anymore. I was left alone with that lady who was as old as my mother.
I was ten when she tried doing something uncomfortable and all I knew that it was uncomfortable. I was not just physically weak but even mentally to understand the thing that was happening to me. I did not know the meaning of right and wrong and I did not know if this uncomfortable thing is termed as ‘wrong’. It was her touch that made me unreasonably cry- Unreasonably because what made me cry before was never this. It was not my mother’s shout; it was not my teacher's punishment for not doing homework.
It was someone touching me and that uncomfortable feeling was making me cry.
Next day I saw my father standing where I was. That day I saw him smiling for the second time in my life.
I love my sister, I love my mother and then I do not know what loving everyone is about.”
Note: Today Rishabh(name changed) is one of the successful entrepreneur's of India. His only wish was to protect his sister and give some peace to his mother. He has fulfilled his responsibilities.
Written by Vrushali Deshpande
Words that help express feelings, emotions, and relationships.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
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ReplyDeleteis this inspired from clint eastwood movie Mystic River or it is a real story ?
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