This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 28; the 28th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'BLANK PAGES'.
The sun, now an orange red mild circle was slowly getting swallowed by the horizon at a distance. The rocks silently withstood the onslaught of the waves and seemed to emit musical roars of defiance.
A young girl in her early twenties sat staring at the home bound birds, her arms encircling her bent knees. The evening breeze carried a chill and she drew the duppatta of her yellow salwar closer around herself. A small tear rose in her eye, plopped itself out and gently trickled down the bridge of her nose.
The wind threw open the diary that lay next to her, that had luckily escaped every wave that lashed the shore. ‘Shreya Gopal’ the first page held in impeccable handwriting.
She picked the diary and turned over a few pages.
12th May 2010:
”Met a new guy in the lift today. He seems to have moved in recently. Kinda Cute” her own writing brought in memories of the first day she had met him.
He was tall and good looking, not exactly muscular but had an obviously healthy physique.
“That’s a good book. A little spooky though”, he had said looking at the title of the book she was carrying. Few things can ease the flow of conversation between two people – Books, Music, Art to name a few.
16th Sep 2011:
“Today was one of my best birthdays.
As I write this I am holding a pearl bracelet D gave me today. Well, you are my journal and I can’t lie to you. I think my feelings for him are getting a little special. He is adorable and cute and oh! the way he moves with kids- He is an angel”
20th Jan 2012:
“ Hip Hip Hurrah. At last D told me …At last! He said it just like that you know. Matter-of-factly! Shreya, I love you. Ha ha “
Green memories slowly got overshadowed by those of a darker hue as the events of the previous day enfolded in her vision again.
D was not returning her calls and she had begun to get worried.
Brinda, her next door neighbor and a friend since her teens knocked on her door.
“Shreya, we need to talk”
Brinda was silent for some time. Then she said ‘Its about Dinesh. “
Brinda was silent for some more time as Shreya looked at her quizzingly. “You were not here since morning and I am sure you would not have heard what happened. Dinesh…Dinesh has been putting on an image not at all related to what he actually is. He is a monster”
“What?”
“Its little Varsha. Sunanda’s daughter? She is just ten. Do you have any idea what that bastard did to the child?”
As Shreya listened to Brinda in absolute horror, the facts about the pedophilic part of D emerged.
“ The poor child had kept quiet all along. Thank God, today Sunanda and her husband came to know of it. All the men here were extremely furious and had stormed infront of his apartment in a murderous rage. He somehow escaped before they could get at him. ”
Shreya was silent for a few minutes and then she burst into tears. ‘Damn It!! I…I” and no words came out. Brinda hugged her and tried calming her down. Shreya was shaking by now.
The diary did not carry any lines about the previous day. It was too painful for her to write it down. Though she had no part in his actions, the relationship she had shared with the pervert filled her with a strange sense of guilt. She had stood for an hour under the shower trying to wash away the dirt that seemed to be sticking to her.
She tore away all the pages containing her musings about him and tore them further into smaller pieces. The wind slowly swallowed the pieces from her hands and took them to sail away to destruction in the ocean; Every piece that left her hold seemed to remove a fraction of the heaviness she felt inside.
She slowly ran her fingers across the remnant immaculate blank pages of her journal.
A young girl in her early twenties sat staring at the home bound birds, her arms encircling her bent knees. The evening breeze carried a chill and she drew the duppatta of her yellow salwar closer around herself. A small tear rose in her eye, plopped itself out and gently trickled down the bridge of her nose.
The wind threw open the diary that lay next to her, that had luckily escaped every wave that lashed the shore. ‘Shreya Gopal’ the first page held in impeccable handwriting.
She picked the diary and turned over a few pages.
12th May 2010:
”Met a new guy in the lift today. He seems to have moved in recently. Kinda Cute” her own writing brought in memories of the first day she had met him.
He was tall and good looking, not exactly muscular but had an obviously healthy physique.
“That’s a good book. A little spooky though”, he had said looking at the title of the book she was carrying. Few things can ease the flow of conversation between two people – Books, Music, Art to name a few.
16th Sep 2011:
“Today was one of my best birthdays.
As I write this I am holding a pearl bracelet D gave me today. Well, you are my journal and I can’t lie to you. I think my feelings for him are getting a little special. He is adorable and cute and oh! the way he moves with kids- He is an angel”
20th Jan 2012:
“ Hip Hip Hurrah. At last D told me …At last! He said it just like that you know. Matter-of-factly! Shreya, I love you. Ha ha “
Green memories slowly got overshadowed by those of a darker hue as the events of the previous day enfolded in her vision again.
D was not returning her calls and she had begun to get worried.
Brinda, her next door neighbor and a friend since her teens knocked on her door.
“Shreya, we need to talk”
Brinda was silent for some time. Then she said ‘Its about Dinesh. “
Brinda was silent for some more time as Shreya looked at her quizzingly. “You were not here since morning and I am sure you would not have heard what happened. Dinesh…Dinesh has been putting on an image not at all related to what he actually is. He is a monster”
“What?”
“Its little Varsha. Sunanda’s daughter? She is just ten. Do you have any idea what that bastard did to the child?”
As Shreya listened to Brinda in absolute horror, the facts about the pedophilic part of D emerged.
“ The poor child had kept quiet all along. Thank God, today Sunanda and her husband came to know of it. All the men here were extremely furious and had stormed infront of his apartment in a murderous rage. He somehow escaped before they could get at him. ”
Shreya was silent for a few minutes and then she burst into tears. ‘Damn It!! I…I” and no words came out. Brinda hugged her and tried calming her down. Shreya was shaking by now.
The diary did not carry any lines about the previous day. It was too painful for her to write it down. Though she had no part in his actions, the relationship she had shared with the pervert filled her with a strange sense of guilt. She had stood for an hour under the shower trying to wash away the dirt that seemed to be sticking to her.
She tore away all the pages containing her musings about him and tore them further into smaller pieces. The wind slowly swallowed the pieces from her hands and took them to sail away to destruction in the ocean; Every piece that left her hold seemed to remove a fraction of the heaviness she felt inside.
She slowly ran her fingers across the remnant immaculate blank pages of her journal.
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nice, jaish :) well written
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DeleteNice work on the topic, Jaish and good luck for the blog-a-ton :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Neha :)
Deletewow..very nicely written...a sensitive topic woven well into a given theme!
ReplyDeleteThanks Uma.
DeleteWow...engaging, deftly written :) All the best..
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteExceedingly good post, Jaish!
ReplyDeleteThanks Suresh.
Deletevery nicely written Jaish!! all the best for the contest!! the last line was brilliant just like in Suresh's post :)
ReplyDeletehey, where is my comment? did you delete that :D? anyway, lovely story and all the best for the contest :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Debajyoti.No I did not delete. Can see two of your comments here and so I assume the first one is intact :D .
DeleteExcellently put together! That was a good one! Best of luck on the blog-a-thon!
ReplyDeleteThanks Danny :)
Delete...very well written...the interest doesn't break for a moment through out...
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton Amitji :)
DeleteSensitive and beautiful...loved it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Shreya :)
Deletewow sensitive and moving,,,
ReplyDeleteThanks Rahul
DeleteA well told story.
ReplyDeleteThanks Richi
DeleteJayashree ..your story is so intensive that bound me till the end of it.
ReplyDeletenicely narrated and ended like the way we can expect for the continuation part
'Bound Me till the end' is one of the most beautiful comments any writer or blogger can get and thanks a ton for that :)
Deletevery engaging... :) all the best
ReplyDeleteThank You :)
DeleteBrilliantly written Jayashree. It is a sensitive topic but your narration is so gripping, I was hooked on till the very end. All the best for the contest. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Akshay. My reply to Jasmeet applied to this lovely comment as well. - 'Bound Me till the end' is one of the most beautiful comments any writer or blogger can get. Thanks :)
DeleteVery well written..:-) All the best Jaish..:-)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot :)
Deletebeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Owais.
DeleteVery nicely written touching a relevant social topic that is getting lot of attention these days.
ReplyDeleteThanks TF
DeleteTrue, this has been getting a lot of attention of late everywhere and Satyameva Jayate has stirred it up as well.
I am so inspired, you guys are doing such a good job.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written :)
Thank you :)
DeleteI am impressed. However, you have obviously tried to lay undue stress on the 'blank pages'of the diary and that is what the contests can do to you!
ReplyDeleteHa ha, That was the topic and the story was woven around it :) So had to do it I suppose....Thanks for stepping in :)
Deletev well written , wish u all d bst :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Alka :) I am a big fan of your wonderful poetry.
DeleteI knew it was coming i knew it was coming and bang i was surprised. I did not expect this ending. Really wow. And very nicely written.
ReplyDeleteHi JJ,
DeleteThank you so much. Glad that it was not entirely predictable . Thanks a lot.
Wow.. must say.. this is great. It started off beautifully and then took a dramatic turn of events. And you brought out the story so well that it made my heart so heavy after reading. A very impactful story exquisitely written!
ReplyDeleteMusical roars of defiance, trickled down the bridge of her nose – Lovely words; beautifully written. :)
Every piece that left her hold seemed to remove a fraction of the heaviness she felt inside – Absolutely brilliant line.
Hello Raj
DeleteThank you so much for the comments. And believe me, your own writing is so amazing that getting words of appreciation from you puts me on cloud nine and provides a tremendous boost. Thanks a ton. :)
Nice one.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rajesh
DeleteBeautifully written!! Hats off!!
ReplyDeleteWords like 'Hats Off' place the widest grins on my face. Thank you so much Rohu :)
Deletewow very moving. the turns within the narrative and the use of certain expressions was exquisite
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Sujatha. Glad that you liked it.
DeleteGrt post Jaish n looking at the number of comments, very popular as well. All the best for the results.
ReplyDeleteHi
DeleteThank you. Each and every comment has given me immense joy and I thank every one for the encouragement.
Chilling. When such facts concerned with someone we are up and close to can be devastating.
ReplyDeleteNice one:)
True DS.It can be devastating indeed. Thanks for the comment :)
DeleteVery nice ! You handled such a sensitive topic very well !
ReplyDeleteThanks TTT
DeleteVery nicely done, Jaish. We feel Shreya's pain.
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Deletebeautifully written ! all the best :)
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DeleteWell written.. Especially the first part describing her sitting by the shore, was very beautiful. Though the end was painful, it was a nice story :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and for the comments Abhinav. :)
DeleteThat was really a sensitive story..The way it started, I never imagined this too end on this note. beautifully penned :)
ReplyDeleteGood one, Jaish and my best wishes for the contest.The end was brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Rachna :)
Deletevery Engaging with the right flow of words!!
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There are SO many types of people that harass us in this society and the worst are the fake-me-goods :( Nice write Jaish
ReplyDeleteP/s I lovvvvvvved the imagery, I can almost see the bits flying away at the end..
ReplyDeleteCheers!!! do stop by my blog, Kappu
Thanks Kappu for stopping by and for the comments...I have already read your post and also commented on it :D It was awesome!
DeleteWell written story on a sensitive topic.
ReplyDeleteThanks aativas :)
DeleteVery well told!
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DeleteThanks for reading and for leaving your comment :)
Thanks Rajrupa :)
ReplyDeleteGreat story Jaish. you had me hooked up nice and proper :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot for your comments Kirti :)
DeleteVery well written! Amazing work :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Philo :)
DeleteYou know I was crossing my fingers that SOMEone would write on sexual abuse during this edition! And you did and I really, really loved this. I can't wait to read more of your pieces. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Antara. Glad that you liked it and please do keep visiting :D
DeleteTHe last note , how can someone do that to a little kid
ReplyDeleteI dont know what to say
Bikram's
This is just a story Bikram, Unfortunately there are men who in reality do it to small kids and its a very sad thing!
DeleteRandomly Picked one of your previous posts to read Jaishree and here i am.
ReplyDeleteLet me tell you that not even for a moment i was distracted from the story. Gripping, i must say.
Sensitive subject. Very well written. Though this is only a story, facts are far more worse which pertain to the subject.
Hope you win the marathon.
Thanks a lot Mak. I did not win :( Lost the bronze in a tie :) Thanks for reading and for the comments :)
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