There
was once a little girl, who was always happy. She lived her life the way she
wanted. Every morning her day started with loads of love, smiles and happiness.
She went to school, took lessons, studied hard, played with her friends and was
the apple of her parents’ and eyes.
One fine
afternoon while she was coming home from school singing and laughing, a wolf
jumped in front of her. She, who was a friend of every human and beast in her
village didn’t feel any fear. But this wolf, jumped upon her, torn her clothes,
ripped her soul apart and left her there… all alone. She didn’t understand what
happened or why this happened to her. But she knew something bad and cruel was
what she went through. She didn’t know why the wolf didn’t kill her but left
her behind giving all the pains. She
passed out and lye there until someone came and recognized and informed her
parents.
No one
saw her laughing after that. No one allowed their children to visit her or take
her to school again. Every parent blamed her for been a wild child who was
insanely happy and carefree. According
to them it was her fault. She shouldn’t have laughed so loudly, talked kindly
to everyone, or just been helpful to all. It was her fault that she was good.
Her fault, that she was pretty and unaware of that. Her fault, that she didn’t
hide behind her duppata and made herself invisible. No one, for once blamed the
wolf for snatching away her happiness from her. No one for once said, it was
ok, let it go. Wherever she went, everyone looked down at her. In a few hours
she became the untouched from the lovable child.
She
didn’t know what to do, whom to approach or who will listen to her woes. She
couldn’t bare the looks of the world, who were undressing her just by their
stares. She felt more humiliated. One fine morning, she wore the best clothes,
hugged her family put the brightest smile on her face, went inside the farthest
and darkest room in her house, and closed the door... never to open again.
