The Girl

Hey hello, I am Kannu and I belong from a tribal family of Jharkhand as you know the state famous for various tribes, and I am from one of them. Today I am here to share one of the incidents that some time depressed me a lot but at the other side gave the power, to stand again. My dad was an usual farmer and mother was a housewife I was born in 1980's and grew like a common child of tribe. No studies no education only to play and to help mom in doing household work from the very early age. I was so sweet and use to see everyone with the same happy face as I used to look my mom and dad. As innocent as you can think.One day I was playing with some of my friends in angan of the house, suddenly a big bhaiya came there and asked me my name. The conversation goes like this.

Bhaiya= what's your name

Me= Kannu( with a cheerful face)

Bhaiya= you live here only 

Me=I said yes

Then he gave me a chocolate and it was a big surprise for me that time. I was so fascinated and went back to home with a good mood. After that day, he use to come everyday and use to give me the things like chocolate ,toy, fruits and all. For me every thing matters and make me so happy, but I was not aware about the incident that was going to take place. 

After one week the same bhaiya came with his two friends in the car. He came to me and asked do you want more toys. I said "yes" and this was my biggest mistake. He took me in his car to some strange place that was like -jungle, no one was there. I asked him why we came here, suddenly a hanky came near my nose, after that I didn't remember what happened. When i opened my eyes I was in my home hut. Every one including my mom, dad, and my village people were standing there. I was feeling so bad and so tired , I don't know why but yes I was feeling so much pain as well. My mom was crying and I was not knowing why. Later I came to know that I was raped, all three boys had raped me.

I was so small only of 7 and didn't know that what it mean. But when I remember about it today. It always create a frustration in my mind.

And now what next. Being a tribal, weak and poor person. No one listened my family voice, my dad went every where, in police station , to head and tried his best . But the result was no

Due to internal organ damage, and some severe injuries. I lost my life at 7.5 year. 

As a soul I am still standing at the same place where everything happened. And waiting for justice. May be some protest will take place for me, or a crowd will attack police station to ask justice for me. Because in India to handle such type of incident and to bring justice for someone , we need a huge crowd. 

Still waiting.......