Hope is may be…

Hope

Hope my teacher likes my essay…

Hope I crack this exam…

Hope my dad would be proud of me…

Hope my boss will sanction my leave…

Hope my client like this presentation…

Hope I reach on time…

Hope my bff approves him…

Hope this marriage works out…

Hope the kids get settled in life…

Hope my parents live long…

Hope I wake up tomorrow morning…hope is the reason we are living…hope is the reason we are fighting…hope is the reason we are moving forward…hope is the one who gives us strength in hard times…hope is the reason we smile…hope is the reason we experiment thinking next effort will yield positive result…hope is may be…hope is expectation…hope is desire…hope is wish…hope is trust…hope things will be better tomorrow…

Hope you have a beautiful day ahead…hope you read and write good stuff 🙂

Hope I have dreamless sleep

Love ❤ AARYA

Abandoned

I am chatting with my mom…to be precise we are bitching about bitches in our family 😉

I am thinking about writing the rift between mom and me…but coordination between mind and hand is missing…lately there are times when my mind is bursting with thoughts…I want to share and write…but words have abandoned me…look what I am writing/typing…I am just babbling…

When I started this blog words were flowing…now things aren’t the same anymore…maybe I am too occupied with my job…though I have become a better writer…at least that’s the way I feel in my head…am I the only one???…or you guys…have been through this phase as well???…if your answer is yes…feel free to share some tips 🙂 if no…then press the like button 😛 and have a great day ahead…

Love ❤ AARYA

Scars On My Soul…

Breaking News…Punjab High Court has given the death penalty to a juvenile including two adults in a Brutal Gang Rape Case…and today Supreme Court overruled the appeal of accused…Death Penalty for the Juvenile too…All three would be hanged…I switched off the TV as I was no more interested in drama and senseless vulgar graphics created by media houses…it was a chaos throughout India…I was standing near the window when I heard a soft clicking sound and the door was opened… Dr. Kamra walked in with a bouquet of white lilies…she smiled and gave me a warm hug and put lilies in the vase on the corner stool…she asked, “How are you Ami?”

I shrugged and said “As usual”

She asked once again “Aren’t you happy about the outcome? Did you watch the news? Supreme Court has overruled the appeal of accused”

“Before you walked in I was watching the circus”

She looked quizzical so I continued “look what these media houses have done, they mocked my pain”

We were silent for quite a long time…past six months journey brought us close…our relation couldn’t be defined as a doctor-patient…the bond we shared was different and no word in the dictionary can define it… I have seen tears in her eyes when I was struggling for life…I have seen her sitting in my room for hours at a stretch…I have seen her fighting for me with rest of the hospital staff and government…she made sure no media lunatic should be allowed in the corridors of the hospital…information regarding Punjab Gang Rape Victim which is me was strictly confidentially…

Dr. Kamra stood beside me and said “Ami I know what you are going through, these media people do mock lives of normal people at times, by asking the ridiculous questions and making those horrifying graphic videos but in your case I feel media played a strong role. For the first time in Indian History, a juvenile would be hanged for his heinous crime along with two adults. No rape accused has ever been hanged within six months of the crime. It’s a great deal, I know many rape victims who are waiting since 20 years for the outcome…Aren’t you happy?”

“I don’t know” I took a long pause “he gave me so many scars which will take another year to heal”

She squeezed my hand and said “I know dear, but you did great child. In 30 years of my life as a doctor, I have never seen a rape patient heal so fast. Your will power to fight is commendable Ami and rest of the scars will heal within a year or two” she said

I looked at the reflection of a 24-year-old girl in the window…I couldn’t believe what I was and what I became in few months…I looked at Dr. Kamra’s reflection and asked softly “But what about the scars he left on my soul?”

Love ❤ AARYA