Insanely sane… Surviving qualmless.

Insanely sane… Surviving qualmless.
I'm not a perfect person, But I never meant to do those things; And so I have to say before I go, That I just want myself to know. I've found out a reason for me,; To change who I used to be A reason to start over new, and the reason is you. I've found a reason to show, A side of me you didn't know; A reason for all that I do, Before I let you go...

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Halcyon days.

“I feel ashamed to say this, but if you don’t listen to me then I will commit suicide, understood? Over the years you have robbed our home of its peaceful atmosphere, and have made it a place for everybody to cringe in your fear. You know when my friends speak of their parents I simply have a lump in my throat, just because my home has always been so so very different from them. Why do you do this papa? Why?”

Typing out the words with tears steaming down her cheeks Dimy pressed ‘send’ with a certain forcefulness and certainty. This should not go on for long, mumma crying on the phone everyday unable to bear whatever dad meted out on her. She had never had the audacity to speak out before him, but this thing was trying. Dimy could not bear this anymore. Staying away from them she could neither do anything to resolve nor bear her mothers pain. Something had to be done.

She called up his phone number once again, “I want to speak to mumma”.

“Did you just send me a mail?”

“I want to speak to mumma”

“Answer me first”, he snapped.

“I want to speak to mumma”, she shouted and disconnected the phone.

She envied her friends when they jumped on seeing her parents during the summer holidays; for her these had always been very formal occasions when you were supposed to behave and speak politely.

“You did not let me speak to my mumma; I’ll do whatever I have to. Good night.”, she sent another mail.

The bell rang for dinner, but she had no appetite today.

Ring…! Came a call from papa’s cell phone. But she knew what to do. She silenced the little intruder, turned her back and buried her face in the pillow. She just wanted to go away, away with her mumma, away from the monster that had visited her home, “home” since ages!

Please give these children a better childhood.

Please do read and comment on my efforts if you find this post popping up anywhere near you :P


Aniket said...

I hope the message you are trying to convey reaches people.

We who have been blessed with a happy childhood sometimes take it for granted.

ANWESA said...

it was a touching post...every baby deserves to be happy...

Brosreview said...

A much needful message conveyed well here!

Diya said...

@ Aniket
I desperately want it to reach the intended people. Thanxx :)

Diya said...

@ Anwesa
Yeah, I pray everybody understands it. Thanxx :)

Diya said...

@ Brosreview
Thanxx :)

comfortably numb said...


Diya said...

@ Comfortably numb
Thanxx for reading nevertheless! :)

Smarak said...

hey nice one... bet i will b in the lookout 4 domestic violators

Mahesh Sindbandge said...

Very nicely was very real ...... good choice of words too

Keep writing..


Diya said...

@ Smarak
Thanxx for that and welcome up here, and thanxx for reading and commenting :)

Diya said...

@ Anubhav
Thanxx :)