The annihilating fifth summer...
With a daughter of that very age, the thoughts are extremely shattering… nevertheless, the thoughts have been haunting my mind, thoughts on what she felt and is feeling as she goes through the agony and torment that she was subjected to…
She whose first and a very instinctive gesture even to a stranger would be a delightful and innocent smile, has no smiles left to give to her loved ones also, her lips will now quiver at any unfamiliar sight or touch… whose even slightest pain and bruises were healed with a few hugs and kisses, is suffering from deep wounds and an unbearable pain, that has no healing… who if asked about her favourite colors would have happily said ‘pink’ or ‘red’, now shudders to see that colour all over her, as her own blood… who could not even identify or name all her body parts, now can count each of them, feel soreness in each of them, and above all feel the burden of each of them… who would have otherwise grown beautifully, grown admiring herself, will now grow to hate her very existence… who would exude as much warmth in her hugs and touch, will stand cold and frozen hereon…
It is just her fifth summer and her life is in shreds, her belief is shattered, her trust is betrayed, her strength is trampled, her innocence is killed, her childhood is slaughtered, her senses have been taken away… what remains is a lifeless bundle, that whimpers and sheds tears, as if oozing even her soul away…
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