Writing is never easy, I dawn upon this realisation every time I begin a new project. And, like every other times in the past, I aimlessly stare into the blank screen trying hard to figure out what am I suppose to write about. What topic should I be discussing ? What would garner more attention ? Desperate, I try to think about a million different stuffs, but all in vain.
Oh! How I wish could do something about my pathetic routine.
Then last weekend , I was sitting in a coffee shop sipping my cappuccino. Two spoons Coffee, one spoon sugar – bittersweet, that is how I like my coffee – and this is where I finally found my missing piece of the puzzle. From all the places in the world, it had to be a coffee shop. Ironic and cliched much, but, I had at least found a story worth sharing. A story worth believing in.
Imagine your partner is being verbally abused by some rouge(s) while no fault of hers. How would you feel ? Rage engulfs us. In my case, I would have love to thrash those bastards. Beat them black and blue perhaps. personally. So might be your intentions too. But what if she is molested? Assaulted physically. Raped . What then ? What would you do ?
Before you present your opinion, I want you to read about one such story.
The story of Jim and his girlfriend Sarah (name changed).
Jim and Sarah had been childhood sweethearts. Best friends since their first day at nursery school to being lovebirds by the 9th grade. Love blossomed between them like those beautiful daffodils in the spring season.
As years passed by, Jim grew up to be a handsome man. And Sarah, well she became the talk of the town. Flock of boys her age dreamt of winning her heart someday. But unknown to all, Sarah had surrendered her’s to Jim. Such was their love for each other that even the gods envied them (as the rumours abound).
But sadly, “Nothing Last Forever”.
One evening as Sarah was returning home from college, she discovered that some people were ooggling her. Lust in their eyes and evil their intentions smelled. Sarah felt a certain uneasiness. She checked into her station and hurried towards home. She could sense someone following her. Briskly she walked, aware of the stalker’s omnipresence.
Jim was at work when he received the call. He couldn’t just believe what he heard. He failed to understand what had just happened. What was he suppose to do ?
Be angry, Cry, or just be quiet.
Rage failed with remorse is very confusing, and it is in those helpless situations that people often break down.
Sarah would wake up in the middle of the night. Scarred, she would start to cry. Three weeks had passed, yet she could still remembered every detail about that horrible evening, like it had just happened the previous day. She could still feel their dirty hands on her body. Ripping her clothes apart. Ripping her skin. Looting her modesty. Looting her soul.
There were times when she felt the urge to get rid of her scarred body forever. Like that tint of black in a white canvas, she felt she had been tainted for life. How she wished she could change that one incident. How she desperately wished she could live that one evening once again ?
But, miracle happenes only in fairy tales sadly.
Do you think it was Sarah’s fault that she was assaulted physically? Do you think she should be blamed for the terrible incident that happened to her? Or do you feel she has suffered enough to be humiliated anymore? Do you think she deserves to love and be loved back equally?
What about Jim? What do you think he did ?
Do you think he stood by her during her hard times. Like a true lover would. Or did he abandon her ?
This is where I abruptly end my story.
Because what happens now is what you believe in.
[File pic for representative purpose only]
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