Silence of Centuries
Silently, she left the dining table, the food on her plate still untouched. She struggled with her tears, lest they betray her sadness. Upon reaching her room and securing the door with the latch, she let out the flood of emotions inside her.
Yes. It is true. She was never a good daughter. She never thought of anyone but herself. She looked at the marks of the past on her body, cigarette burnt flesh and cuts from the shards of glass - the irremovable marks that he inflicted her with. Yes. She was selfish. Because she had loved. And because her love had abandoned her in her time of need.
The words of her mother echoed in her ears “thankless child - for whom I bore so much pain, lived a life full of insults. For whom I sacrificed everything. I wish I would have killed you before you were born”
Yes. She should be killed. It was no use for her to keep living. The thankless, foolish, abominable being that she was.
She closed her eyes and remembered him caressing her face, telling her she was very pretty and tears rushed uncontrollably. She opened her eyes and saw the emptiness that was around her.
Yes. She would never be good enough. Not for the parents who stood by the side of the brother who raped her. Not for her lover, who didn’t think she was valuable enough to be fought for. She closed her eyes one last time, before she emptied the bottle of rat poison into her mouth and as the consciousness betrayed her, the only words that escaped her atheist mouth were - Dear Lord, what did I ever do to you…?
- Neha
Sheikha says:
Impactful!
March 5th, 2007 at 04:50 pm
Neha says:
I met a suicide case in the emergency ward. This is her true story.
April 7th, 2007 at 01:32 pm
umang says:
sad yet moving…
August 23rd, 2007 at 11:43 pm