Conversation with God

Here goes a conversation between a 5yr old and God

5yr old- Good morning God, please let me my mother let me go out and play. Please let there be no summer camp today

God: what a sweet child. Go ahead, i grant you your wishes

5yr old: Yayy, what a fun day today is going to be. Ma, can i go out and play for sometime? I want to try the new top dadda got me

Mom: yes, go ahead. dont go too far.

5yr old: Yes amma. I wont. [goes out to play]

Bad man whisks her away and rapes/abuses her, literally killing her in the process... 

The 5yr old today: God, I need to talk to you, where are you?

God:  yes my child

5yr old: What is wrong with me? Why did that man do what he did?

God: *silence*

5yr old: what did I do? was I a bad girl like amma says?

God: *silence*

5yr old: You only made me like this no.. tell me why I am in pain now?

God: *silence*

5yr old: what will happen to me now? everybody around me is staring at me, I am scared

God: *silence*

5yr old: is it wrong that I wanted to play? is it because I prayed that there be no summer camp that day?

God: *silence*

5yr old: Will you find and punish the bad man for me please?

God: *silence*... I sure will.. 

5yr old: thank you.. and make sure nobody else goes through what i have. I don't want such bad things to happen to anybody else.. 

God: *silence*

5yr old: *cries in pain* and turns away.............. 

Mom: shut up, dont cry.. people will hear you... *God knows what other ill luck is going to be bestowed upon us*  

Everytime something like this happens, I wonder - God is the one who created us, He is the one who put ideas and thoughts in our head, and so I wonder- why He made MEN the way they are, esp the rapists, abusers, murderers ---> criminals of all kinds....

She

She ran around playing
her mother had made sure she was never alone

She was a good girl
books, the village pup and her one friend were her world
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She walked cautiously
stealing glances from the corner of her eye

She held on to her dress
eyes big and scared, looking as if she might cry

She felt dirty
wondered why that man had asked her to take off her clothes

She felt the pain
her body ached in places she dint know existed

She knew not what it was
her mind was blank, while the rest of her just floated

She wanted to reach home
hoping to find some comfort in her mother's pallu

She broke the silence
her parents shunned her, calling her names

She was all of 6
how on earth could she have invited this demon on her

She met her fate
the village well, that was the only answer she sought solace in.

(c) Aarti 19th April 2013

Every morning i wake up to a news of a child raped, abused somewhere in the country/world. Makes me sad, makes me feel helpless. Yesterday's news about a 5yr old who'd been raped by a neighbor was just too horrifying. I cant even begin to imagine what that little one is going through. I know a lot of 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and 8 yr olds and I only pray to God that they are all kept safe... I want each and every one of us to take it upon ourselves to educate, teach, and protect the children around us...

Submitting this post for the Child Sexual abuse awareness month theme run by Chennai Bloggers Club....

Serene Sunday.... Her space

"Are you sleeping? Oh ok, carry on, wont wake you up. It is nearly 8am, where you up late last night? too much work is it? why?" a barrage of questions rattled her in the half asleep state. She was shaken up, could feel her body shaking. This is what happens when you dont get enough rest/sleep. She tried drawing the covers over her head and drowning out the sounds, but it dint seem possible. They were all around overpowering. She sat up on the bed, staring into space. He continued talking, saying things, about morning coffee, how one should sleep early, not go out and be gone till late into the night, stay put at home and what not. It was getting to her, creeping into her body like poison after a snake bite or a scorpion's sting [not that she knew what either felt like, she had only seen them on Discovery Channel]

Ah, the only ray of hope was that it was Saturday! Her day of escape. In 2hours she would be gone and then it would be sheer bliss. No constant instructions, no rules, no whining or cribbing. She would be in her safe place, happy and chilled out. She had big plans for the weekend, from completing that pending project to catching a movie with a friend. She also wanted to cook that one dish that stood out among the lot from the workshop. Making a mental list of things to buy, she got off the bed and headed to the restroom. "*Tap Tap Tap*, oh, no hurry, take our time. Could you just turn on the stairwell light please...." 

"umm, give me 2mins" she yelled out only to hear "Could you just turn on the stairwell light please...." again.. Aargggggggggggggggh... nowhere to hide in this house. She told herself to be calm and spend the next 2 hours with no verbal exchanges or spats! She quietly made her cup of tea, checked her handbag to see if the keys were there and packed 2 sets of clothes in the bag she had bought in Goa. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her aunt walk into the room and sit on the sofa. 

"So, you are going today also? Hmmm, ok, but I will be going to the temple tomorrow, uncle will be alone, can you stay back? I dont want to leave him home alone... you know why.. " 

Muttering a few curse words, she controlled her voice and replied "no worries, will come back in the morning and be here tomorrow". But for now, she was out the door to her space, her place, the 750 sq feet that was all hers. She opened the door to her apartment, dumped her bag near the entrance, headed straight to the bedroom, plugged in the iPod and plonked on the bed. Ah, peace at last... *was there a knock on the door?* Nyah, there was nobody to knock!

Submitting this for Serene Sunday theme from Chennai Bloggers Club. 

Salty Saturday... a dash of love

You walk away

Without a glance

afar 

I stand

waiting patiently

frozen

Empty stares and glares

Passerby throw

freely

I sit

tired and weary

hopeful

You come running

excitement I see 

glowing

I rise tall 

only to tumble 

grounded

You come crashing 

hugs and love

engulf

Ah, I love you too 

breaking away

silence

Ah how i long

for those beautiful eyes

you

Black with white patches

all of 5yrs 

mine............. :-) 

These words are for my sweetheart, Floppy [ incase you dont know who this is, He is my doggie, more than just a dog, he is a friend, my confidante and my lover boy]. Everytime I get back home, he gives me the biggest smile, a few minutes of whining[complaints] and lots of love.. 

Wonder what I would do if he wasnt around... :-) 

This is submitted for the Salty Saturday Theme from Chennai Bloggers Club

55 word story- Privacy

She hid her face behind the veil; her hands trembling holding onto the lace edges. As he moved his hand towards her face, she cringed, making a sound like a hurt pup. “It’s ok, it’s just me” he said showing her the bolt on the door. Thank you, she murmured lifting the veil revealing scars.

Matters of the heart

Today is Valentine's day, a day when am flooded with messages and mails. NO NO, none from guys lusting after me, but from portals and companies asking me if I want to send flowers or gifts to loved ones.. Buhahaha.,if only they knew!! As of now, there is only one person I LOVE crazy and that is ME! all else can wait their turn.

Jokes apart, it is a day that has no meaning. I really wonder "Do we need A DAY to express our love? share our feelings?" Infact I feel the same about all other days as well- Mothers' day, father's day, blah blah. That apart, being in love is a beautiful sensation, and to experience that is the only way one can understand it. It is not about two hearts beating as one, or two souls coming together or two people who have dreamy eyes and go goo goo gaga about everything. 

According to me, it is about two people who just connect. Sometimes there is no reason, and other times there might be a common interest or some personality trait that draws them to each other. 

I often stared at the tacky [don't sue me, it is just what I feel about them] gifts, all in heart shapes, and then let us not forget the teddy bear holding the heart, or the box of heart shaped chocolates and wondered "why" "oh why", why cant people just spend time with each other and be happy instead of spending on these gifts. What is the one precious gift I cherish? well it is a hand written letter from that special someone, who was a big part of my life. Now, I am moving ahead, trying to build a new bridge[s], and to see where it takes me. 

To all of you out there, just say a "I love you" to the one you love/care/close to, it could be your best friend, your sibling, parents, spouse, just about anybody. Say it, make their day and make them smile!! 

55 word story- Technology

“This GPS with voice navigation is very cool, I love it” he beamed. He had made this statement half a dozen times since they’d left home towards Ranganthittu. Suddenly, the system went blank. “Oh no, we are lost” he panicked. “Look ahead, you see the board, turn right” She stated calmly with an evil grin.

55 word story- Sleep

She watched him, the morning sun sneaking in through the crack in the curtain. A single strand of hair on his forehead. Her fingers moved forward, freezing midair. A strong hold held her back. Crazy woman, what if he wakes up? This peace and quiet will be shattered, he said. Their little brat slept on.