Suchismita Ghoshal

Tragedy

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Suchismita Ghoshal

Tragedy

Abhorrence

Abhorrence

6 mins
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My stomach was full, I still remember I was only vomiting every particle of the food after the incident. My hands trembling with my body growing goosebumps & my mind was filled with an unknown hatred. I kept my mouth tightly shut with my fingers. The washroom mirror even reflected a soul tortured both physically & mentally. I repeatedly watched myself & my flushed face slowly blurred as the water vapours covered the mirror.

I saw those devilish hands touching my belly blatantly. Self-loath making venoms in my veins & I started scratching the mirror. The more I wanted to escape from the touch, the more that pair of hands were unveiling my body rapidly & filled it with obscenities. I hated myself now. Tears couldn't justice to what happened with me.


"YOU ARE MOLESTED!", " LOOK AT HER, SHE WAS ASSAULTED!" etc these words reverberating to one wall to another wall & I sat down collapsing on the floor of the blank washroom. The gigantic laughter mixed with some curious & lusty eyes of people were flashed in front of my face, I felt awkward insecurity within my heart. I never witnessed something like this.

I knew my life was going to be changed afterwards, most of it will be shattered & twisted! I hated this obnoxity.

I returned home fully numb & succumbed! I couldn't face my mother that day, my father complaining about staying late on a bad weather day. I left them unanswered & curious shutting the door of my room.

I still remember how many times they called me for having dinner with them & I didn't appear on the dinner table. My squeezed face was tucked below my pillow, & the terrible scenes were flashed back in my mind again & again. On a scornful rainy day, when patterning raindrops accompanying the roaring thunders, engulfed the soil of the earth, I too was deluged by my own teacher's hands & completely surrendered in front of his might. The only difference was that the rain had a high volume thunders whereas I was the dumbest victim to silently bear all this crime.

I couldn't sleep & eat for days after that, didn't attend my college for days, never faced my friends & parents, & totally undergone a dark phase. The only thing I noticed that I have grown a dark circle under my eyes, lost weight rapidly & the worried shrunken face of my parents. They tried a lot to make me speak out each & every detail but failed every time. It became difficult to live for a second after I was sexually assaulted & for them to see me dwelling in the abyss!

Then one day, when my mother found out I was groaning while sleeping "Please leave me! Don't touch me like this! Mercy me please, I am begging !"....& she shook me to wake me up & never left her hold until I spoke out everything & broke down before her.

I hugged her tightly with my teary eyes & the first time, I saw the fierce in her eyes. She caught me tightly in her arms.

I felt a stone long suppressed in my heart has been replaced after pouring my pain in front of her.

The next morning, my father got to know everything from my mother & they decided to lodge a complaint no sooner.

I knew that I still had that hope left to again stand up & live with my head held high. I regained my strength of watching my parents supporting me.

After a lot of complications, questions & battles, I was feeling a taste of freedom when my culprit was locked behind the bar.

It was a moment of our success, the success of our unity & the success of justice!

I was happy after a long time;

A long-time consisting of unbearable pain,

Long-Time occupying insecurity,

A long-time gathering tears unwillingly,

A long-time collecting stains of being 'cursed'

& a long time spent in the bondage of fear & being the victim.


I slowly started recovering, accepted the truth & faced every question with bravery. No more days went in vain to stay locked in a home with a deteriorating health & mental breakdown. At last, I found a taste of freedom.

Nothing could be possible if my mother hadn't insisted on me!

I didn't stop there seeing him behind the bar only. I started writing on the issues every woman faces out there & never reveal the things out due to their lack of courage. I joined an NGO who promotes women empowerment & protest the wrong-doings occur with them randomly. I learnt & helped the ones learning to open up their voice who faced such inhumane incidents.


There are so many coward souls out there wandering with their broad chest & masked face. Their hunger for flesh will never come to end & saliva will never stop secreting seeing a woman's curve. They only have the shape of humans but they are more cannibals than they are humans.

Our society is in danger, until & unless these creatures are destroyed & get their punishments!

I am luckier for I got the justice as I got immense support of my two pillars, my father & mother but not every victim are luckier enough to be understood properly.

Sometimes they are judged on the basis of their dress, their character, behaviour, etiquette, even their whole existence is put into question. And who criticise them, are the ones who support these crimes the most.

We need to clean such mentality & my battle won't stop until I change some minds at least & get those victims to witness a day of freedom like me, a sky free of scars & a life without any spots on it.


Abhorrence is a strong feeling I have felt so close, the abhorrence on the crimes like molestation & bearing all the pain with mouth shut, eyes closed & ears locked!

I have found the way out of this too & currently living a life based on the oaths of truth, strength, honesty & justice!

I truly don't know how many people will get to know about this little piece of my story, but the ones who will read definitely feel a motivation to again rekindle the hidden strength in them.

Raise voice against the wrong lust, & put your strength to diminish the roots of this social disease!


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