Days have gone and years crossed, but the only thing I wanted to go off was a place beyond anyone’s reach, a place beyond the flow of time. But, there’s no place like that in this world. Exactly, which is why I am living here; a place where things are continuously damaging, where I have no liberty neither safety, a place where government exist but only for the governed, a place where people part ways and provide no safety, a place dumping my way of living , a place where a woman had lost her freedom, a place sounding like hell; where conditions are becoming irrevocable , a place only meant for a woman to fall with the dark helpless hands not meant to lift her, a place where I’m tired of being in trust less relationships, a place where nobody wants to fall into a safety net, because it means the structure in which they've been living is in a state of collapse and they have no choice but to tumble downwards. How helpless am I. Anything, just to get rid of all this feckless thoughts, whispers in my mind. But, still I have a considerate heart meant to flicker only my sentiments and emotions.
In this present era, should we treat ourselves as the independent agents, bestowing our safety? Off course. But, being responsible has nothing to do with getting raped. We don’t get raped because we are drug consumers, because we are not careful enough, because we can dress the way we want, but we get raped only because someone has raped us. And these rapists are not only those monsters and nightmares that come from the places like the nightling cities. But, some of those are the people we know. People we thought we could trust. Every time when I read those incidents , I feel the pain, the fear, the unseen deepest wounds, those lost and teary eyes, the hurt, and the completely broken frame of mind. I feel as if, it is that worst dream of night, you are thrown in the pit of danger, wherein she will cry loudly or silently, but she’ll always be fended with those helpless hands. It has been surveyed that,” Half of all victims are aged twenty or younger at the time they are raped; three-quarters are between the ages of thirteen and twenty-six”. The period of greatest psychological vulnerability is also in reality the period of greatest traumatic exposure for us. This is so much so humiliating, that you cannot even windup all your fears and dilemmas and enter a situation where you are supposed to face the unknown world.
It is very well said that, ”Ugliness creates more ugliness, and no matter how touched by ugliness you are, you do not have to give in to it and start spreading it beyond yourself.” It is imperative to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then could evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated. “My life will definitely experience a normal glimpse and I will be back to my work , against all those disasters”, as said by a victim. I bow my head to you lady…!! No one’s gonna say that those monsters who do such ugliness shouldn’t be put in jail, but let’s put two things into perspective here. One is, afterwards she knows something about herself that she never knew before. What she knows is that the most totally terrible terrifying thing that she could ever have imagined happening to her has now happened, and she survived. She’s still here, and now she knows something. I mean she really, really knows. And only you and you, can create a difference to enlighten and provide the strength and generate existence within a woman rather than exploiting her. Take a moment and just think about it. SAFETY ONLY KNOWS WORD, AND THAT IS YOU..!!
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