Let me share a real-life incident with you: She went to a party with her dearest friends. They insisted she experiment with the drinks, so she drank a cocktail. She figuratively lost consciousness. She was picked up from the mens restroom and sent back home. She remembered nothing. She dreaded having been raped and checked herself. She came out clean. She let out a sigh of relief, repented, swore never to go to a party again, and then forgot all about it. She did never go to a party again. She also never talked to those friends again. 10 years later, on her wedding day, she turned her head to look back, when her friends pointed that way, and found herself displayed on the 32 inches HD screen, the object of entertainment for the males occupying the tiny restroom. Her friends were among them. The ghosts of her past had finally caught up to her. Let me now tell you the story behind this: Life takes strange twists and turns, baffling us all. Sometimes, I really feel like I would go crazy trying to figure out the correct way to handle life. This girl, a childhood friend of mine, was a straight A student all through her school life. She was a brilliant scholar, singer, and painter. I dont know why she never comprehended this, but I found her beautiful. She was also one of the sweetest, and kindest people I had ever seen. Anyway, the point is, she was on a sure path to success. The tragedy which befalls such people is that some people inevitably hate them. Whether it is jealousy, or simple malice, I cannot tell. She had her fair share of such haters. Nevertheless, she handled them well. She was trusting by nature, but trusted a few. She was well-trained by her parents to take care of her honor, and safety. Much too well trained, maybe, for she craved freedom like we crave air. She always used to tell me how suffocated she felt between her parents over-protectivity, and her self-imposed boundaries. She would sigh softly and tell me how she wanted to experience life in all its glorious colors. To be honest, I truly believe I was in love with her. I never told her, lest she feel even more suffocated. We lost contact for quite a while. Years later, when we communicated again, she was changed, yet the same. Something in her seemed dim, as if on the verge of being extinguished. She still laughed, and sighed, and talked to me as if we had last seen each other just yesterday. Who was I kidding? I was madly in love with her. It took me all of 2 hours to discover her string of failed love stories, and I did not know how to console her. She seemed so strong, but I could see the farce she was putting up just to hide her wounded self. After all, I had seen her back when she still believed in fairy-tales. She did not, anymore. She gave a naughty little laugh while telling me how her college-mates called her Lady Cassanova. Turned out, my darling angel had become an outrageous flirt. Over the period of next six months, she shared each tiny detail of her life with me. Sometimes, she would say to me in a tiny voice, XYZ guy propositioned a fling to me today. Will I never find my soulmate re? and I would sit there, mute, bashing myself inwardly for not having the courage to confess my feelings towards her. She began drinking, one day. Just a sip! It was fun, she told me. I wish I had throttled her that day. It wouldve saved us both a lot of pain. Whenever I tried to tell her that she was not doing the right thing, she would wave me away saying, oh come on! Dont be like my parents! You know how responsible I am! and I would berate myself for being stupid. Of course, she was responsible! I had seen it time and again. I adored her for that reason, too. I never met any of her friends, because they were too high-class for me; she studied in an elite college. We would cackle insanely whenever she told me how she rejected and humiliated a self-important guys proposition. Then, one day, that incident happened. She never shared it with me. Years passed by. She had a constant string of lovers, each more handsome and richer than the one before. Each time, she regaled me with tales of how special her current love was. Her innocence in thinking that any of them desired anything but her body was laughable. It also made me want to protect her. But how could I? Seeing the standards she had set for her boyfriends, I felt like an insignificant nothing. 10 years had passed by, and I still couldnt muster enough courage to propose her. Then, one day, she told me she was getting married to a guy her parents wanted her to marry, a family friend of sorts. I went to the wedding. I saw the video. I never saw her again. That night, she hung herself from the third-floor window. They did not discover that till next morning. Three days later, a package was delivered to my home by the way of courier. I opened it to find her personal journal, the last entry of which was addressed to me. Mr. D came to visit me after the cancelled wedding, my dear. He was that guy who first touched me in the privacy of his car, or tried to. He said no girl ever refused him, and he wanted to punish me for my audacity. He set up those friends for me. I was so lonely re. I wanted friends. They all seemed so nice. I guess, you cannot outrun your fate. My time is done here. I wish I had...... Dont go looking for revenge. You will find no proof. They are too rich to be touched. I wish you well. Tell my parents I will try to be a better daughter next time. Goodbye. (Let this serve you as a reminder/warning to be careful even among your friends) #Monkey
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 06:30:06 +0000
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