The Pheonix

The Pheonix

Battered and bruised.

Her condition that night still haunted her. It clung to her like an ugly stain on a crisp white shirt. Voices of all sorts kept ringing inside which made her tremble and shriek. Fear sometimes can outdo cosmetics when it comes to turning one white. Insomnia was not just a fancy word any more, it was the bitter truth, the harsh reality. For Suhana Singh (Age: 25 years), D/o Mr. Jagdish Singh, sleep had become hard to come by. Even the bed did not grace her. When her eyes did succumb, the voices made sure to inflict the misery back. When her mind did snore, the fear made sure to slap back the pain.
She felt she was unnecessarily dragging herself towards an indefinite finish line. Deliberately. It slowly and slowly seemed easier to take one step out of that foolish race and use that to walk right outside the window or the rooftop. The chair was constantly asking her to stand on it and then push it, with the motive of hanging herself to freedom. Freedom from this slow and painful death she suffered every moment.
Christmas is a time of merry-making and rejoicing with your loved ones. It brings happiness wrapped in shiny packets tied with appealing red ribbons. These gifts are much needed by this sad world. But for Suhana, Christmas had other plans. On December 26 last year, she was gang raped.
Five drunken men. Thirty minutes. She was dragged inside an isolated bus. She was left with not much, only her blood, everywhere. On the seat and the window. Testimony to the terror that took place. On the road lay her clothes that once used to cover her body and now had to be taken over by her hands. Suhana woke up at the hospital the next morning. The cries of her parents outside tore her soul into pieces. Her soul shattered and her heart crumbled and the eyes were testimony to the battle that took place inside her. Her tears lay witness to that battle.
Battered and bruised.
Few months later, for the first time since eternity, Suhana walked out of her room. Mr. and Mrs. Singh persuaded her to go out to the mall to watch her favorite actor, Johnny Depp slay it in the latest flick. It was her birthday after all.
She had the most amazing two and a half hours, tirelessly clapping at every dialogue delivery, whistling carelessly at every twist of the expression. She was her best friend that night. Not lonely at all. Johnny Depp was with her. The popcorn was finally tasty and the fizz was cold again.
She was in tears when she came back. Those tears were different that night. They were opposite to the ones that rolled down her innocent cheeks on Christmas. They were not of the sufferings but of joy. She hugged her parents tightly. She went to her room, washed her face and changed her clothes. She finally slept that night.
Next morning she gulped down a glass of orange juice and after an hour of some light jogging and yoga in the community park, read the newspaper. She was wearing make up in the afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Singh could not help but smile and adore the miraculous fight back their child was showcasing all of a sudden. It finally seemed that the mental wounds have healed. The scars of atrocity have been defeated after all. Suhana had turned out to be a warrior.
Few weeks later, she smiled after reading an e-mail. It was about that job application she had sent. The rejection made her smile somehow. Mr. and Mrs. Singh tried consoling her, but she did not need it. The smile had made its way on the face. So she dressed up and took a cab to the office. She blasted straight inside the Recruiting Head Officer’s cabin in a couple of minutes. She knew what was missing in that e-mail. She knew that the content was deprived of the only thing she wanted to hear. It said that she was not qualified enough for the job though her application stated otherwise.
“Ma’am, with all due respect, we know that you are an exceptional candidate for this post but I hope you do realize that we are a respectable firm. We expect our employees to maintain a certain degree of self-respect and dignity. The employees are expected to carry themselves with utmost…….”
“Thank you so much.” She interrupted him midway.
She then gave him a tight slap. It was not just for the poor guy, it was for the ugly and cruel society and the filthy people it carried. She then walked out of the cabin, head held high. She was ready to apply elsewhere.
The smile was still intact. The phoenix was back.

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Satvik Vatsa
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