I was standing at the gate, still savoring her last glimpse as she looked at me. Atleast I wanted a “good bye”. A very long one, almost never ending. But she quietly, coldly turned back and closed the door.
And I was still standing there, without any thought, almost numb. I never imagined that it all would end this way.
Using an iron rod to pull out one’s intestine, or inserting a candle in the genitals of a 5 year old is not molestation. It is brutality at its worst. And scarily, these people are between us.
When she was in school, she couldn’t imagine love more than a boyfriend riding on a bike with his girlfriend, going out to discs, eating chocolates, enjoying parties and stealing kisses under the moon. For her, love was nothing more than these. But when he came in her life, she felt like she was born again. Born with so much love.