This story is based on a true incident, though I have incorporated enough fiction to make it sound unreal. In India, there are some villages in Maharashtra where there is a practice that is still continued. Once the girl child reaches puberty, she is taken to the “market place” and put on auction. The highest bidder gets to be her “husband” for the agreed upon time frame. There is exchange of contract notes to formalize the purchase. After the time is over, the girl is once again put on sale with a higher price since she is now “experienced” in giving pleasure. If she gets pregnant or has a child, her price increases further since she is fertile. The girls are helpless sheep who are sold from one customer to another with absolutely no say. When the parents are the exploiters, who can she go to for protection? All the villagers as well as certain local authorities are “in” on the story since everyone gets a slice of the pie. The parents know that their retirement plan is insured once a girl child is born. It really hurts me to write about this, but how else will people know?
Madhu didn’t know that she was pregnant. She did wonder if she was overeating, since she had developed a disgusting bump on her perfectly flat stomach. Every morning greeted her with unwarranted nausea that no matter what she ate, or didn’t, never seemed to recede. Her husband, the insensitive man that he was, couldn’t tolerate the delay in his daily routine every time she went to throw up. The result was another round of sound beating that left her feeling more nauseous than ever.
While Madhu was too young to understand that what she was feeling was the joy of motherhood, she did notice that her curves became more pronounced as she wrapped her sari around her lithe body. Her senses had sharpened to the extent where she could no longer be near him without gagging. He, as was his nature, continued to hump away no matter what she was feeling. In fact he seemed to like her growing body so much that he was amorous all the time now. She knew that the easiest way to minimize the suffering was to let him finish whatever he wanted to.
It was only when Nitu Kaki gave her a sly look before congratulating her “husband” that she knew that she was no longer alone. She didn’t know whether the thrill that she felt was a happy or a sad one. There was a definite shiver that ran down her spine when she saw the money sign light up in those beady eyes. The pig! All he could think about was how a vagina would mean a lifelong means of sustenance. She would house a foreign body inside her for nine whole months, bearing the added weight and discomforts; and he would continue being the cruel monster that he was while also getting a prize at the end of it. How was it fair?
She knew that she had no rights on her own life; that was her parents. Two sets of cash hungry people who had rejoiced that a girl child was born. Now, they could sit back and relax while her body would earn for them year after year. Oh no, it wasn’t prostitution. After all, how could parents sell their daughter away to strangers? No, Madhu was legally married to new men every year in exchange for a paltry sum of money. Her new “husband” could use her for the designated period of time before returning her to the market, for a new buyer to take her home instead.
Three hundred and sixty five days of letting a stranger play havoc on her mind and body had broken Madhu’s soul. She had learnt that her birth was the result of some karmic repercussion that she must now fulfil. There was no one to hear the heart-wrenching sobs that broke the silence of the night. Every night his lust and anger left a mark on her face, like a new shade of lipstick around her swollen lips or maybe the latest purple eye shadow that was so popular with young girls. Since the first time that she had been put on display some five years ago, Madhu had been married to eight different men. Each, a new chapter in the nightmare of her life; each had made sure that they left a stamp of their existence on her.
Her first husband had paid a hefty amount to break in her spirit. He especially enjoyed watching her bleed and would ensure that a knife was always at hand when he came to her. At twelve years of age, she was unaware of the skills of a wife. But he would not tolerate any “laziness” on her part. What her mother failed to teach her, his fist and legs managed in a very short time. The day he returned her, he had demanded that her parents pay him for wasting his time training her, instead of being able to enjoy her services. That had led to a really loud fight that had culminated with her crying herself to sleep again that night. Of course, everything was her fault. The customer was always right.
She had settled down into her routine of surrender, till she was rudely shaken awake by the news of her new status. She would be a mother. She would bring a child to this hell. She would go about every day of her imprisonment wishing that her child would stop crying as it would irk her husband-of-the-moment. She wasn’t even going to think about the extra hardships that would follow if it was girl. Like a calf fattened up for slaughter, the little one would be protected from the evil eye of the spirits as well as the men who surrounded her. She would be taught to be a perfect joy to whichever hearth she would be sold to. While beating up an asset as valuable as a girl would be foolish (it could lead to scars), keeping her hungry would serve the purpose and leave no marks.
That night when Madhu went to sleep, she had the weirdest dream that she had ever had the misfortune to have. She dreamt that she could talk to the little parasite curled up in her womb. With nothing dangling from in between its legs, the fetus knew that its fate was doomed. She would be born to a world where the darkness hid inside the people while their bodies were bathed in light. Her body would soon lose all pretenses of being hers to do as she pleased. She would be just another robot waiting in line to give maximum satisfaction to the owner. Oh, how the fate depressed her! At least in the darkness of the womb there was a sense of safety, who would protect her once she was out?
The darkness,
is ripping at me,
clawing at me,
dragging me in,
taking my sin,
my life’s no longer mine,
can’t you hear me crying,
oh please,
why won’t you let me die,
oh please,
why won’t you let me die,
the darkness,
is circling me,
tearing at me,
keeping me in,
stripping my sin,
my life was never mine,
GOD,
can’t you hear me crying,
oh please,
why won’t you let me die,
oh please,
why won’t you let me die
Madhu knew that she could no longer bear hear the wailing. It was beginning to grate on her conscience. Slowly but surely it was stripping away all the walls that she had built around herself. She knew that surviving was no longer important if one could not live. Without freedom, even a royal palace would be just another name for a prison. She had to break free.
That was the last time that her husband saw her. When he awakened from his drunken stupor, he roared her name out loud till the entire basti (village) quivered with his anger. All the search parties came back empty handed. There seemed to be no trace of Madhu. When her parents denied seeing her, he ranted on and on about a refund till the village elders suggested that maybe he should keep quiet. After all he was the one who had lost her; her parents could in return ask for a greater compensation. And that’s how the fifteen seventeen year old Madhu was declared dead after a few months of vanishing…
But somewhere on this dark and dingy planet, in a place hidden from prying eyes a baby girl was brought to this world, kicking and crying at her sudden freedom. Her mother shushed her with a fat teat before the noise drew unwanted attention. They were on their own with nothing to hold them back. Madhu finally knew what it was to be free.
Matthew writes these amazing short stories that never fail to inspire me. This one was inspired by his story Whispered Words. You can read it here. Do check out his blog for some mind boggling tales.
Oh wow, that was amazing, deep, dark, a light, a beacon in the pitch black, showing a world that sadly is more reality than fiction. It moved me, as a father of a young daughter, and a human. Brilliantly written.
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Thank you 🙂 Your words inspired it.
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This is so undeniably horrible! Can I reblog it? I want every one I know to read this.
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Yes, it is horrible. More the awareness, higher would be a chance to change things. Thank you
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Thank you…
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Reblogged this on Vocal Pendulum and commented:
This is a horrifying account of reality that I wish with all my might were untrue. The Grateful Dead has done an admirable job of voicing it. She answered my request to reblog it with “More the awareness, higher would be the chance to change things”! I cannot agree more. Read and share everyone…
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Thank you ☺ I really wish that all the awareness allows us to make a difference.
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I hope so too. Let more people think. Let more girls break free. Let us create room for a difference!
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That is really dark and you said it’s got some truth please tell me this does not happen in some village in maharashtra .. Please as such it is horrific to read what a girl child goes through. .in other states they are killed the moment they are born and here this torture is pushed upon them..
I wonder now horrific. .
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Unfortunately, it is true. It was reported on one of the crime serials. I saw it like six months ago yet it plays in my head all the time.
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What Is indian govt doing to stop thus. ..
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You know the three monkeys of Gandhi? When the public insists on being that, what can law do? Prostitution is illegal everywhere.
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There is so much I could say to this but I will not. I will take this one in silence making that silence more meaningful than a million words. Thank you for posting.
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Thank you for understanding.
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Reblogged this on Twisted Roads of Madness and commented:
An amazing story inspired by one of my Whispered Words, it has so much heart, I don’t normally reblog, so enjoy!
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Ooh loving the special treatment. On a serious note, I don’t enjoy writing about such things coz it forces me to see what the world is like. But that’s what we need – a rude awakening. Thanks Matthew. I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself. I am Vidhika.
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The world is not the world some of our stories would make it out to be, sometimes, it’s worse, we can hide in the shadows, we can poke at the dark, but the real horrors, are what mankind has done, and continues to do to each other. This story, as shocking as is it, is a greater horror, with a hopeful ending, that more often than not, never happens.
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In the real incident, upon which my story is based, the parents murdered the daughter.
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The momentary separation of reality and fiction… Fiction is proven once again to be less fictitious than reality.
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Nice to meet you Vidhika, you talk so long with people on here, you sometimes forget, their handle is not their name 😀
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Lol. I kinda like it too you know? My writing is my identity here ☺
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I don’t know what to say. I got goosebumps reading this. I was only glad when she was free in the end. Wonder how many are so lucky in real life.
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If you watch those crime serials on TV, you might have seen this. It was so ghastly. The parents murdered the daughter and her lover who helped her escape so they could marry for real. And in her place sold the younger sister to the person she had run away from. I cried while watching. Why is there so much anger and pain in this world?
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I don’t watch them nowadays, for the very reason that they are highly disturbing. How can parents be like this? 😦
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I never ever watch. But my you know who loved to watch it like 24/7. Till my son was born n I put my foot down that I don’t want him to see all that.
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A puts them on a lot of times saying that it helps in knowing just how much can happen in this world. I agree to some extent. However, whenever we do watch it A Jr is not allowed to join us. Only when it is some child-related thing that can be used to enlighten him about something.
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With all the crazy weird things happening around us, I’d rather live in ignorance y’know? Otherwise I will turn paranoid.
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Exactly. It is a scary world we are raising our kids in. Nobody is spared…not elders…not women…not kids. Ignorance is bliss…but yes…I would suggest educating our kids about the need to be careful.
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You’re right. Better safe than sorry.
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Reblogged this on firespirit and commented:
I came across this piece of writing randomly and i feel really great to share this post…every word is so powerful that this post is really gonna haunt our thoughts.
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Oh. Wow. Thank you.
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u r welcome 🙂
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shocking….sad to hear (the true incident)
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We can only imagine what goes through the mind of the victims of such horrors.
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true…sad! often wonder why some of us do such things, fully knowing the cruelty and associated aspects!!!
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If you won’t laugh at me, I’ll tell you what I think…. (it’s a really wild idea?)
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hmmmm…
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your idea? waiting…
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Ah, sorry. For a moment there I had forgotten! I’ve read a few theological books that suggest that in the moments of extreme cruelty and inhumane behaviour, people are possessed or inhabited by demonic entities.
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And, seriously, that begs the question: what is a demonic entity?
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Oh no. You caught me with a foot in the mouth moment. I believe that the whole fantasy world in the books and movies is actually inspired by reality. That there are beings and entities of other dimensions/substance that are invisible to the naked eyes. And there are good and bad entities, to put it mildly. They take control for a few minutes in susceptible minds to wreak whatever havoc pleases them. According to clairvoyants (don’t know for sure if i believe in them), entities are often seen around areas like pubs etc where they can indulge in the sensation once the person is inebriated. So I am just kind of trying to explain away the “inhuman” behavior of people as something they experience when they are “inhabited” or possessed by such entities.
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Ah, belief. I could write an entire novel just by your response. It does not answer the question: WHAT is a demonic entity? Who are they? Where do they come from; where do they live: do they have their own world they can leave freely? Why are they here? How do they possess people: by force, or by agreement? Do people know they are possessed, and do they make “deals” with demons, trading power, providing a physical body to do evil deeds?
Demon possession is a classic ancient belief that to this day is still used to ostracize and even torture people to death, usually by burning, particularly women. Can it be given “scientific” credence? Are there other, more “logical” or scientific explanations for psychopathic and sociopathic behavior?
I do not expect you to answer these questions, they are rhetorical and I have my own answers already = but just food for thought? Maybe for some research?
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hmmmm… then what needs to be done with such people? may be eradication instead of attempts to cure? but true, no one in their true senses would unleash the kind of sadistic cruelty that one sees nowadays..
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Mass exorcism! Lol. But seriously if you think about it, we were all created in His image. So what image is that?!
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hmmmm…interesting thought & question! let me ponder, vidhika
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Really gifted thoughts and imagination! Keep Smiling! 🙂
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Thank you ☺
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The world is so sad. I hate knowing that this happens.
It is very well written.
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Yes and ironically it is sorrow that attracts us rather than happiness.
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Reblogged this on Belle Papillon 24/7 and commented:
This story broke my heart I almost cried. I don’t know how the parents who are supposed to protect their children can be the monsters that they need protecting from.
This is based on a true story, though fiction, I’m sure there are stories much worse than this.
I hope there’s something we can do to stop this monstrosity… fast! I can only pray for now and blog a bout this to hopefully help raise awareness.
Thanks for sharing.
Namaste!
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Thank you so much for sharing. The aim is to eradicate evil from everywhere. The more people who are aware, the better the chances to stop this.
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It’s beautifully written . But I wish it’s untrue .
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Thank you. Truth is often stranger than fiction. This story was inspired by something true.
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Reblogged this on IdealisticRebel's Daily View of Favorites and commented:
Amazing post and story. I will be back. I will return. I invite you to visit my blog. Idealisticrebel.
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Thank you. I will be over soon.
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