Questions…..

She was God gifted.
Gifted with questions.
Lots of questions that constantly shattered her soul right from the moment she gained her senses.
Why her mother, the most loving person she knew, was constantly beaten up by her father?
Why the father, couldn’t walk properly whenever he came back at nights?
Why her grandmother felt depressed at her sight?
Why her mother used to cry daily hiding her in her bosom?
The list never ended, in fact, it kept on increasing with her age.


Why she was made to dress differently whenever those people visited her house
Why did they kept staring at her?


That day, she was happy, may be after a long time.
She had new dresses and a celebration at home, but who were the guests?
Where was she supposed to go?
This time she asked her mother.
Mother could only cry in response, she felt her questions made her cry.
She never asked her again.
Where was she going with those people?
Why was she leaving her mother and why did she let her go?
Who was the man she was sleeping with?
Why was he beating her up?
Why was he tearing her clothes?
What was he doing with her, why wasn’t her mother around to save her?
She kept sobbing whole night.
Something bad had happened last night, but what was it?
At night she saw the man again, walking just like her father.
Are they all supposed to walk like this at night?
She was again beaten up just like her mother, by her father.
So finally she was getting answers.
She had replaced her mother and the man, had replaced her father.
So now she was waiting for her replacement.
NO, there wont be her replacement, she decided.
She wont let the expected, to be wrestling with questions.
She made a firm decision in her mind, and started waiting for herself, but she knew, this time her life would be different.
But how? This was the latest one, and she knew, she was the only one to answer it.