She walks with head bent, body frigid and slow. Thirtyish, but looks many times more.
Sixteen years ago. A young teen then, she boarded a bus to somewhere, when this man befriended her.
Taking advantage of her innocence, he gained her trust. He took her some place instead, violated her.
She now was on a different journey altogether. He supplied her to many men, including some prominent men. Passed from one hairy hand to another like a ball during a baseball game..she was lost..completely lost in a silent world of her own.
Forty two men raped her for forty days. Finally she was abandoned in a pitiable condition. She couldn't stand or walk.
Thirty five were caught, put behind bars, later released except for one. The prominent ones scot free.
She moves from one place to another now. Keeps changing houses. Neighbours jeer at her. Others call her names. A prostitute she is, nothing less, they insist.
So tired and hungry, with no name, fame or status, she moves on..and on. A slow, painful crawl. Each day consisting of forty two hours instead of just twenty four.
She dies forty two times every day...
gasps for breath every now and then..
nightmares replace her girlish dreams..
in her thirties now who'll really be her man?
If there's a hell on earth, she's in one for sure. Can't be worse than this. A living, agonizing wasting away inch by inch.
She trudges this road of thorns..while some would have given up time foregone..she manages to still pull herself up...just to go on and on.
P.S( true story)
it's so painful.. the agony!