Broken Glass
Posted September 15, 2009
on:- In: Anger | Anguish | Fiction | Life | Relationship
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Roshan collapsed on the bed on hearing what she just heard. She didn’t know what went wrong. How could he do this! She kept staring in the oblivion. Her head throbbed badly.
“Oh my God! What happened Roshan? Are you alright?” her mother almost screamed when she saw her daughter sitting at the edge of the bed lost and looking like she had seen a ghost.
It was then Roshan realized that her face was wet with her tears… tears of anger, tears of shame, tears of helplessness! “Hun?” she said as if coming out of a trance. “Nothing mom, nothing.” She did not want to say anything about the incident, not to anybody, especially her mother. She stormed out of the room.
Roshan wanted to go somewhere where she can find some peace. But peace will come to those who are peaceful at heart and her heart was in shreds at the moment.
She took her bike and zoomed on the highways where traffic was less and she could speed away. As if, the blowing winds would take away the hurt and shame along with them. If only it was that easy to unburden one self! She did not want to go home but it was almost twelve and she realized her mom would be worried. She had forgotten to carry her mobile in haste. She dreaded going home, to see him, to look into those eyes which she used to adore, where she found nothing but love for her.
She knew her parents were not like other couples. She knew her mom had withdrawn from sansaar very early in her married life, a couple of year after Roshan’s birth. She was like a hermit staying with them just for the sake of it. Roshan was now old enough to understand the sexual need of a person. Had she come to know that her father had a relationship, in real sense, with another woman, she would have understood completely. He deserved to be happy. The happiness he did not get from his wedded wife; happiness to be able to come home to a smiling face, happiness to share silly jokes, happiness to hug someone after a long fight, happiness just to feel that he is needed! She understood it all too well! But she could not understand her father’s sexual exploitation of a fifteen year old maid; a girl who was at least seven years younger to his own daughter! She could not understand how the girl too was so casual about it so as to talk about this affaire with her friend, as if saying, “This is what our lives are all about!” Why she did not tell any of this to her parents or was she happy about it? Was it money?
Her mind swarmed with too many questions; questions that would not be answered!
Not only had she lost her mentor but her belief in basic decency, graciousness of being human! She hoped that someday she would be able to pick up the broken glasses of faith and mend them. Even then, the cracks would still be visible and the pieces would still bear the blood from her shredded heart.
57 Responses to "Broken Glass"
Roshan .. a girl ! (hajam nahin hua 🙂 )
I really like the way you put ordinary people in difficult, abnormal situations in your stories. keep up 🙂
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“Roshan .. a girl ! (hajam nahin hua)” – hajmola khao sab kuchh pachao!! hee..hee… 😀
you know, its the ordinary people’s life what makes great stories… its just that we don’t give enough attention to these developments!!
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@Nova
Yeah I love that dialogue from FRIENDS.
We can’t even imagine our parents making the petty mistakes that we do leave alone something so harsh as this! Somehow we don’t think of them as humans, we expect them to be perfect!
But this was bad. Having a relationship with another woman was atleast okay. It’s not really his fault if he found happiness there and not in his marriage, but an affair with a 15 year old ! That’s like a sin !!!
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It’s not really his fault if he found happiness there and not in his marriage, but an affair with a 15 year old ! That’s like a sin !!!
Not only morally but legally as well. Two charges I can count off the top of me head:
1) Adultery
2) Sexual abuse of an underage
If it goes to court then Roshan’s dad will have to pony up a lot of dough for the #1 & will probably go to jail for #2.
But I think that Roshan’s mom is equally responsible, perhaps more responsible since she’s the reason this thing happened. If you wanna live like a sanyaasi then why get married in the 1st place for crying out loud?!! And if you believe in vaanprastha then get your kids settled & married & then go about it.
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“Ever thought how this discovery would change Roshan’s life??”
I KNOW… remember, i am the author of this story!!! 😛 😛
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Very well written…came across ur blog for the first time today..read many stories in a go…well m bookmarking it right now..:)
Bravo !!
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I love the way you’ve formed the last sentence
“Not only had she lost her mentor but her belief in basic decency, graciousness of being human! She hoped that someday she would be able to pick up the broken glasses of faith and mend them. Even then, the cracks would still be visible and the pieces would still bear the blood from her shredded heart.”
Nice flow of words and description. An eye opener 🙂
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1 | Anshul
September 15, 2009 at 12:10 pm
Roshan’s dad pulled a SHINEY on the maid ?
btw… roshan and shiney …
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Reema
September 15, 2009 at 8:50 pm
LOL 😀 good one!
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sakhi
September 16, 2009 at 11:44 am
🙂 🙂
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