Do you remember the first time we spent the night, your breath touching mine, and I could hear you heart beat so loud that I could hardly feel mine. I remember that time, you touched, I know I was afraid, but more than me, you were worried. You never wanted to hurt, do you?
But now that’ it’s over, I feel the sufferings I gave you. I know that I was at fault and I shouldn’t have done what I did, and, you were so nice that you never really accused me. I am so sorry, I really am.
But it’s been sometime, and now I realise; you loved me enough to let me go.
I know things are not going your way, and that it nags the hell out of you. But, Not always can you get what you really want. If you think that life is a bed of roses, then you have been in a delusion my friend. Yes, a big delusion. There is no fairy godmother, or a prince charming for whom you shall wait in a secluded tower of your thoughts.
Walking down the stairs, everybody could see her bump.
Even though she covered herself in every possible clothing, she could feel the stares.
Still, she walked, as if she committed a crime. As if she was a guilty one. But what was her mistake, that she was going to give birth to a beautiful child. An innocent angel.
With every step she took in the corridor, the whispers’ amplified.
Those harsh names landed on her ear, ‘whore’, ‘slut’, ‘stupid’, ‘impure’.
Some gave her those cheap offers, “Wanna have it with me?” “You are no good!”.
Listening all those, she couldn’t bear it. She ran, as far as she could, running down, locking herself in the washroom.
She cried and cried till her eyes got dried.
But she knew, it was all a struggle. And whatever she was bearing she couldn’t let her child bear the same. The baby was her blood, her own and she was her protector, from every harm of the world.
My heart was swinging to and fro with the waves of affection.
There was a rise and fall of my little yacht in the stormy ocean.
There was no escape and even if there was,
I didn’t want to exit the newly discovered world.
I could feel the sense of belonging as he leaned in and imprinted on my shoulder.
This one time in my life I knew it wasn’t just a spark but an explosion of emotions.
His hands embraced my neck and he moved forward to land small peck.
His hands moved towards my breasts as I moaned with a low voice in excitement.
He came slowly towards my lips and dissolved himself within me.
As my lips a part, I could realise the sudden jitters and rush in my body.
I was on fire, I realised.
His tongue slid inside my mouth and we reached the end together.
I knew there was more to this.
There was another stage even after the climax.
“Oh my god, she removed her clothes.” “This is what happens to a girl when she wants to have fun” “She deserved it, westernization fucked her mind” “Didn’t she think before sending it to her boyfriend?” “What, he wasn’t her husband?” “She must be a slut, who else send nudes to someone?”
At some point of our life we all must have done it. But do we have the right to exploit a human being, up to an extent that they fear the outer world? We can’t be so cruel. We are not the demons lingering on a pure soul for their life.
What if that happens to you, how would you feel? When those harsh words glide on your mind, like a worm itching you that you get the urge to let go.
The story I’ll be narrating is based on a real life incident or rather I say real life threat, where a pervert with a mask of anonymity threatens a girl on exposing her nudes to the world.
Let’s catch the culprit Source @feministaa.com
Now let me tell you It was her choice, and it’s her choice now. What’s done is done, instead of guesstimating her character, let’s focus on the culprit whose hiding somewhere from his crimes. Judge the crimes not the character. Continue reading “Judge Crime not Character!”→