Object of Vengeance?

Posted: February 26, 2013 in Against, Contests
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Source: WriteupCafe.com

Source: WriteupCafe.com

“I was too young to notice,

that the man who gave me a chocolate, was not Santa Clause”

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Dear God,

You must be already knowing who I am, and so, may be, I don’t need any introduction. I thought of visiting you, but I never got a chance to move out of my dorm, and the only time I did go out, my masters never left my hand that I could go anywhere else.

I don’t have more time now, I am weak, I am going to die soon. Two weeks back, when I was very weak, and kept having diarrhea, some man in a white coat had come to examine me, he took my blood and left. I clearly remember the time, 3:09pm, when he left, because after that time, I have not got a single morsel of food. However, they gave me water, but that too, was dirty. As if, it was an obligation for them. My master had said, “Saale ko AIDS hai, marne do, ab kuch kaam ka nahi”, when the guard pleaded him to provide me food. He had seen me crying, struggling, licking my sweaty arms to quench my thirst after the jar of dirty water was done.

I am writing to you, precisely because I want to request you to not make me human the next time you plan to send me back to earth. It is very painful to be one. It was painful when they sent me to some dirty people who inserted something back, which pained a lot. It bleed, it had bruises which were though tended nicely by my Master, but before it could heal, some other Man would again practice same on me. I had stitches also, it gave me more pain when I went to excrete my wastes. I asked him to get me something to reduce this pain, but he would apply a cream which burnt and gave double the pain than relief and eventually, I decided to mitigate suffering by not complaining.

As the years went, and I turned an adolescent from a child, more dirty tricks were played on me. They used to ask me to dress on wierd clothes which they provided me, and asked me to dance, by touching their bodies. They used to burn my skin by their cigarette tips and used to laugh when I cried. Some people were more dangerous. They used to hit me, or insert foreign objects in my body and laugh. I used to cry to my Master to not send me to such people, but he always told me, “You are been bought by me, and so, you need to do all this. If you won’t, I won’t earn and you will die hungry”. I was too scared or dumb to realize that hunger was a better death than this. 

I once asked my Master, “where are those people who used to take me to Garden, feed me candies, and send me school? Where are Aai-baba?” and he simply replied, that they only sent me here. I started hating my parents too, until yesterday, when my the guard, of my dorm, told me that a man who worked in my father’s shop, had tried to rape my mother, for which, my father removed him from work, and filed a case. That man pleaded him that he has served him for 15 years and he should be spared, but my dad did not listen and he was imprisoned for 6 years. I was 2 by then and did not remember all this. He told me, that he had offered me a chocolate when I was just out of my school (I clearly remember this incident, it still remains fresh in my memory. How he, offered me chocolate, and next when I woke up, I was on his shoulders wrapped by a thick black shawl. I was too terrified to shout, and didn’t realise who was carrying me. I was then given to some man in white attire and long beard, who had two servants who injected me again. I clearly remember those 15 minutes I spent on someone’s shoulder, for then, my life has been total darkness) and then he told me, how I was sold to Master, and that I am here like many other children, who are kept in separate dorms and are not allowed to meet.

I miss my parents. I don’t know how they must be feeling. Today, I turn 17 years old, as my Guard had wished me in the morning. I don’t even know what is the date. But I am sure, I won’t see tomorrow. And that is the very reason, I asked Guard to give me a pen and a paper, for I wanted to request you to not make a human againI hope letter reaches you, and that Master doesn’t tear it, like he has done to everything that I have written before.

Yours unloved and unnamed.

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“Child abuse and flesh trade of children is still prevalent in our country. The entire lives of poor souls who are meant to play goes in suffering, Together we shall fight this evil and award the most harsh punishment to the one involved in this”

This post is part of the contest A picture can say a thousand words.. on WriteUpCafe.com

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This post has been featured in my old blog and I have won runner up prize for the writeupcafe contest 😀

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Comments
  1. Maulik Doshi….That is by far one of the best I’ve read! And it leaves me stunned and awed at the same time! Hats off for this one 🙂

    • Maulik Doshi says:

      Thanks a lot Shraddha .. this is by far the best I have written as per me as well. But you know what? After I wrote, I have only publicized it .. never read .. read it right now .. and it left me stunned too. Gave me goosebumps and a feeling of terror .. Not kidding .. seriously !!

  2. Aditi says:

    Itz just awesome! It really hurts wen v c such ppl around who can do just anything fr money n r such inhumans! Got goosebumps reading it !! congratulations fr winning a prize fr dis…:) kp writing!

    • Maulik says:

      Thanks a lot Aditi .. I have a colleague in my firm who is from Gujarat and he told me, he had known such a case happening in the neighbouring village :O

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