‘He deserves such a painful death’ she thought as she folded the paper neatly and started sipping on her tea again.
Sitting on the windowsill she thought back to the day he asked her to come over to his place so that he could introduce “his girlfriend” to his friends. Being the naive girl she had been she never understood that she was walking right into his trap. Not when she stepped into his rather small apartment located on the top most floor of the building. Not when he trapped her between his strong arms and started kissing her. Not even when she sat on the bed because of the lack of furniture.
She remembered how she cried for hours together in the puja room; How she stayed in bed for 2 days straight after the first time due to the unbearable pain; how she was diagnosed from anxiety disorder a few months later.
‘He deserves an even more painful death’ she thought as she went back into the kitchen.
“Finally you remembered that it was your turn to cook today?” she saw her husband transferring the upma onto a serving dish.
Although the news papers are filled with articles about rape cases and women safety, finally I am seeing a change in attitude. More victims are ready to come out and file a complaint. Something not many had the courage to do for a very long time.
But for all those who are still silently crying themselves to sleep, After the darkest hours there will come a light and that is the hour we call dawn. So please don't lose hope or faith. That is what keeps anyone go on with life.
God Bless You All.