How deep can the incidences happening in the society affect a persons mental stability? If I start to break it down to points it won't end, a live example can back my words better...
hence the attempt! And, there I was standing in front of the door of my room, from where the main door of my flat is clearly visible.
From the netted corners I saw a face smiling.
I approached towards the main gate to get a clear view.
Yes, he was there a short guy peeking from my door; trying to steal a view of inside.
I was scared for a moment, but I was strong and pretended to be unafraid and opened the door, that sadist smile, I can never forget.
I was dressed up, but his eyes uncovered me and I was alert now, I was cringing in disgust and rage.
I was alone at home, myriad thoughts clouded my mind and my confidence begin to dissolve.
He without a word, turned his back and began to walk down the stairs, I chased him.
I confronted him holding his hands tight, grasped him by the collar, " Who are you? What were you doing here?!" That shivering voice, gave him pleasure, I could notice that in his leering eyes, I was determined now to defeat his victory.
He replied with a calm tone, Madam, main paperwala, paise lene aya tha (Madam, I'm the paper man, I was here to collect the monthly service charge).
He tried to free him from my grip, I held him even tighter and yelled, "why didn't you ring the bell and waited for me to come and address your query?" I further interrogated asking for his circulation ID and his employer's name.
He was still giving his malicious smile until my 2nd floor neighbor came out to find what all noise was it.
The moment I was distracted to explain my neighbor about the whole incident, that goon pushed me hard towards the wall and ran for his life, in a moment he was lost in the bushes.
I was right, he was there for a motive.
And suddenly, the voices begin to perish, I was roaring even louder now.
I was wet with perspiration and suddenly I screamed and woke up, wait! It was a dream?! I was safe? There was nothing happening? That short guy, those physical encounters? My neighbor? No, it was all in my dreams, so real that I was still shaking! I wanted someone to hold me tight and I wanted to cry...
It gave me jitters, I inevitably and naturally returned to my life in a minute.
But can I ever wash away the harrowed ordeal that my dream caused me..
I could've been the next rape victim, I'd have become famous, my name highlighted in all the news channels; "yet, another rape story in the wee hours of the morning at a posh location in New Delhi!" some more detentions, candle light marches and slew of articles, prime time talk shows garnering huge TRP and history then in a day or two.
The greatest scrouge and pressing issue of today's age- Will I ever get a peaceful sleep, will I ever be able to walk in a carefree manner, will I ever laugh loud without creasing my eyebrow, looking warily around, thinking hope no one noticed.
All we know is, when we walk, we carry the pride and respect of our nation, community,culture and family on our shoulders #nationsdaughter #nationswomen #nationssister #nationsfood too?! Will the fear of survival ever end?! P.
S- I am not trying to prove anything or emulate any self proclaimed 'change the game' campaign! It was just a dream and Facebook's questioning attitude, asking what's on my mind?!.
*Sigh*