Wednesday, April 2, 2014

B for Bela

Name of the Flower
Baby's Breath

Purity of Heart, Innocence

Name of the Girl

Her Association with the Flower


“Didi?” a soft whisper from outside stopped Rewa from concentrating on her homework. Damn it. Bela had come to irritate her again.
Before she could voice her irritation, her best friend Sandeep came in. Closing her books, Rewa ran out of the room, excited at the prospect of an unplanned badminton match. Ignoring Bela's accusing looks, Rewa grabbed her racket and skipped out of the room with Sandeep behind her.
Sandeep and Rewa had grown up together and he was almost 3 years older than her. They were bosom pals and whenever he came, Rewa and he clashed in the badminton court over a match.
"Mamma, I'm going out to play with Sandeep," she shouted across to her mom, who was busy sitting and chatting with her aunts. This everyday tradition of a joint family system was really loved by Rewa as it gave her move freedom to escape the watchful eyes of her parents. "Rewa," her Aunt stopped her, "where is Bela?"
"Upstairs sulking."
"Please go and bring her down," her mom ordered.
"But Aunty, we have to start a match," Sandeep whined, although a bit cutely to make Rewa's mom agree. But mom being mom, would not relent. "Sonia and Sonakshi are not here and Bela will be all alone. Keep her with you." The look of final commandment had Rewa murmur her excuse to a thoroughly irritated Sandeep, and run up the stairs to blast Bela for not following them down.
But no words came out of her mouth.
Her eight-year-old cousin Bela was standing in the living room amidst a pool of water. 
Shocked, Rewa almost shouted, "you idiot, did you do shu-shu here?"
Bela nodded helplessly, tears streaming down her cheeks. The invisible bond between the cousins that could hardly be seen under normal circumstances, rose like the Phoenix, engulfing them both in a myriad of emotions.
"Why? You have never done this before."
"Because I get scared every time I think I have to go through it again."
"What? Exams?"
"No, he touches me in the wrong places and talks dirty things to me."
"Who?" I screamed, suddenly scared to know the answer.
She did not say anything but her eyes widened as her gaze fixed on to someone behind me. I slowly turned to see the ashen face of her tormentor - Sandeep.
Rewa's diary entry that night:
21st of June, 1980
Dear Diary,
She is just a child. Why did she not tell me? Why did she keep it inside her for so long? Could I have changed anything, if I knew?
A reminder to myself: teach my children as soon as they are able to understand what sexual predators are all about.

- With tears streaming down my face, I crushed a twig of baby's breath between the pages of my dairy - crying for the innocence lost.

This post is for The A-Z Challenge . A special thank you to  Arlee Bird for bringing this to us. :)

Check the Letter A for Anamika story here ....



At April 2, 2014 at 2:56 AM , Blogger Unknown said...

Good but black letters against a dark red background is not friendly to the eyes. Reading it was cumbersome.

At April 2, 2014 at 4:52 AM , Blogger Unknown said...

Wow! Wasn't prepared for the sudden twist. Shook me up. So often people don't need to look far for the tormentors.They exist right in the midst.

At April 2, 2014 at 6:02 AM , Blogger said...

The choice of the flower & the story is a perfect match !

At April 2, 2014 at 7:34 AM , Blogger JANU said...

A very good story Rubi. We have to start educating kids right from the beginning itself.

At April 2, 2014 at 9:15 AM , Blogger Afshan Shaik said...

That was a good one ! I wish all kids r taught about CSA

At April 2, 2014 at 9:46 AM , Anonymous Evan / Banned Library said...

Interesting story. A decent read that flows well. Be wary of commas and keep writing!

At April 2, 2014 at 2:18 PM , Blogger Pooja Abhay said...

I didn't expect the twist. Hope such things stop!

At April 2, 2014 at 6:42 PM , Anonymous sridevidatta said...

OMG That was really scary :(

At April 3, 2014 at 12:43 AM , Blogger Sundari Venkatraman said...

Awesome story and I loved the association of Baby's Breath with it. Brought tears to my eyes. Keep up the great work Rubina! Looking forward to your anthology :D

At April 3, 2014 at 1:39 AM , Blogger Andy said...

Gripping, Rubina! So uncomfortably close to home.

At April 3, 2014 at 1:41 AM , Blogger Unknown said...

speechless. But this is real life. Very well written Rubina

At April 3, 2014 at 5:05 AM , Blogger Njkinny said...

Loved the story Rubina..The sudden twist added appeal to the story apart from the very touching and relevant topic.. :)

-Njkinny @ Njkinny's World of Books

At April 3, 2014 at 5:52 AM , Blogger Unknown said...

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At April 3, 2014 at 5:53 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great story

At April 3, 2014 at 9:52 PM , Blogger adite said...

Heartbreaking story narrated with flair! Well done, Rubina.

At April 3, 2014 at 11:40 PM , Blogger The Eternal Overthinker said...

Oh! Didn't expect it to end this way...well written!

At April 4, 2014 at 12:05 AM , Anonymous NAV said...

Lovely. Wanted Bela to take action against the tormentor. Get the adults or trash Sandeep.
Good point driven in short words.


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