prateeksha..

Prateeksha…
True to her name… she waits.

Dimly lit by the dying charcoal fire, the room seems larger than it is. Far away from the embers that fall on the marble floor, the shadows embrace the fading white walls like they were sisters. A high backed leather armchair sits in front of the fireplace, to its back the vintage French double cane bed. The door is ajar, but it does not matter… the house is empty but for the two of them, and the courtyard abandoned since many years; avoided by the townspeople, believed to be haunted. He knows it all, the old wives tales; after all, it was he that started it all back then…

She was but nine when it happened. And her life changed, as it should have. She was a beautiful young girl, happy for most of the time; carefree, outgoing… she was admired by all her neighborhood. Then they came. Very few came to the orphanage then, and she had hardly expected them to be asking for her. When she shyly went into the Head’s room, she was having mixed emotions. But she heard something that made her feel at ease. They were her parents, who had once left her at the doorsteps of the orphanage. Many questions cropped up immediately, but their eyes showed a love, a tear and a desire to make up for their decision. The next day, she was on her way to a new town, far from the big streets of the city she’d called her home.
Her parents were quite well off. They had one of the most beautiful houses in the town, and were quite known and respected amongst its residents. She wondered why they had abandoned her long back, but they told her immediately that they had worked hard for the status they had gained and weren’t in such a position when she was born. She didn’t care, for the moment. She was quite excited to begin a new phase of her life.

He sits in the chair, soaking up the warmth from the fire on a cold November evening. His eyes are focused. But the time hasn’t come yet. The wait has to continue for her. She stands with her back to him, her arms covering her bare breasts, her petite body fully unclothed. She knows she will be ravished, but she waits, in the corner of the room, hidden from his eyes, in the shadows…

She has settled in quite fast. Their love for her has helped. She’s found new friends at her new school. Even the teachers quite admire her knowledge. She’s happy, and cheerful. She could live these moments for ever, she thinks. But a night changed it all.
She was in her parents’ bedroom, playing in the corner; her mother on the bed, watching her with a smile. It was the raised voices from the hallway that alarmed her mother. After indicating to her not to make any sound, her mother moves toward the hallway only to find herself falling back quickly on to the bed. Her father is pushed inside and the door bolted by two men who follow him inside. He is bleeding profusely. She wants to scream out but covers her mouth with her hands and shrinks into the darkness of the corner. The men are drunk, but one of them has a gun pointed at her father. She watches aghast as the other covers her mother’s mouth and breaches her humility. She bites her own palm, tears streaming down her face but Prateeksha doesn’t utter a sound. A few minutes later, two shots ring through the silent night, and her new dream life has become a never ending nightmare.

A tear slides down her cheek. Just one… she knows he has got up from the chair. Another moment and his hands explore her waist, caressing her curves and squeezing her cheeks and breasts. She doesn’t utter a word. He lifts her up and throws her on the bed, as if she were a rag doll. She whimpers when the bed sags under his weight, but remains silent. He’s been here. It’s been eleven years, but he remembers every detail. His lips move on her silken skin, making her mind go blank, but only for a second. The show must go on…

She doesn’t remember anything what happened three years after that night. They tell her she was unconscious when they found her, and for a long time, afraid of the light. She used to scream every time they tried to bring her outside. She would wake up in the dead of the night, sweating profusely after having visions of that gruesome night. They tell her it was only the prayers of the Head mother of the orphanage and the love of her friends perhaps that saved her. She knows otherwise, she knows maybe that the reality has finally sunk in. That she would never see her parents again. She lets them think she has forgotten, but can such a night ever be erased completely from a child’s mind? Ten years passed, she has fought through all adversity to return to her old self. Till the day she sees him…
She knows who he is, that face is glued to her memory. She knows what he wants. She knows what she wants too. She bumps into him wontedly, but as if by accident. She makes sure to keep the “accidental” meetings continued. He falls for her. She commits herself to him, yet spurns off his advances tentatively for a while. Then one day, she willingly gives herself up to him… He takes her to the one place he knows they can be hidden. They drive into town and after night, sneak in to the bhoot bungalow. It was a rumor he and his late father started after they raped their neighbor’s wife and slaughtered the couple. He sits in front of the fire, as she goes into the corner, and lets her dress fall to the floor. But he’ll make her wait, just like she had made him too.

He removes his clothes, and jumps on her. She slides off the bed quickly, and he falls hard… on to the butcher’s knife she’d hidden under the cushions earlier. He screams out, both in pain and outrage and chases her into that corner again, tries to strangle her only to fall there. She calls the police, who arrive only to find him already dead, the knife in her hands. They arrest her, but she knows she’ll get away with it. Self-defense… he had attempted to rape her. Revenge is hers, and her parents can rest in peace at last.
She’ll return to that bungalow later. It’s her inheritance… She’ll clean it up, get some auspicious rites done to free the spirits that haunt it. She’ll change everything, but leave one thing untouched…
That corner in the bedroom, with the smears of blood…


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© (october 20, 2011)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. Way out of my comfort read.. but loved it every little bit.The intensity is so deep and so high it actually pulls the reader completely inside it. All other thoughts evaded my mind when I read this.

  2. Way out of my comfort read.. but loved it every little bit.The intensity is so deep and so high it actually pulls the reader completely inside it. All other thoughts evaded my mind when I read this.

  3. wow that was creepy! trust me i was glued to the screen the entire time… i loved it!!! i am not gonna miss another post by u anymore!!! u'r awesome :))

  4. wow that was creepy! trust me i was glued to the screen the entire time… i loved it!!! i am not gonna miss another post by u anymore!!! u'r awesome :))

  5. This may be gruesome but worse things happen in real life too Leo!! But such stories are way, way, way out of my comfort zone too!! I echo Andy Sewina here!!

  6. This may be gruesome but worse things happen in real life too Leo!! But such stories are way, way, way out of my comfort zone too!! I echo Andy Sewina here!!

  7. The sadness of this piece is that so many abusive crimes are not revenged. Horrific as reading this is let us not forget the horror and unwarranted guilt the victim feels that can never be erased. I think we need to be reminded of these situations regularly lest we think life is a good as we ourselves know it.

  8. The sadness of this piece is that so many abusive crimes are not revenged. Horrific as reading this is let us not forget the horror and unwarranted guilt the victim feels that can never be erased. I think we need to be reminded of these situations regularly lest we think life is a good as we ourselves know it.

  9. Wow..! that was a wonderful read.. the style of narration of two incidents simultaneously was excellent..Please write more of fiction too.. just like poems.. 🙂

  10. Wow..! that was a wonderful read.. the style of narration of two incidents simultaneously was excellent..Please write more of fiction too.. just like poems.. 🙂

  11. @Old Egg,Yes, lot many go without revenge. My heart goes out to the victims, and one can never see it from their shoes. Can't do a story fiction justice like that either!

  12. @Old Egg,Yes, lot many go without revenge. My heart goes out to the victims, and one can never see it from their shoes. Can't do a story fiction justice like that either!

  13. Must send to Ekta Kapoor. Exceptional scene construct and vivid imagery.Poetic lines in between added to the color. Climax could also do with a tragic ending.Overall a good read.

  14. Must send to Ekta Kapoor. Exceptional scene construct and vivid imagery.Poetic lines in between added to the color. Climax could also do with a tragic ending.Overall a good read.

  15. > Gyan,Thanks! I donno if it is movie calibre, but glad you liked the picture I painted through the words! I did contemplate a tragic ending, but then again, I've never been one for tragedies as an ending. Should try though…

  16. > Gyan,Thanks! I donno if it is movie calibre, but glad you liked the picture I painted through the words! I did contemplate a tragic ending, but then again, I've never been one for tragedies as an ending. Should try though…

  17. This is just fantastic. The way the girl seeks revenge and succeeds in taking revenge. Very beautifully explicated the feelings of a girl:)well done …

  18. This is just fantastic. The way the girl seeks revenge and succeeds in taking revenge. Very beautifully explicated the feelings of a girl:)well done …

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