Soul Out Of Cage-2!

(post Cont..)

Miracles do happen. Why otherwise would the very people who tried to kill my cage start accepting it the moment Doctors had placed it in their hands. Unconscious smiles stand as a proof of their melting hearts for its serenity.  

3.5 years old: 

Being a soul of one, I am certain that kids at this age are bound to love 2 things.

Stories- which sweeps us into different worlds of our unrestrained imagination and Story Tellers- whose voice help us traverse away from this realistic world and drop at the gates of those realms for us to enter and go as deep as our minds could imagine.

In today's world full of souls busy in money hunting, it is chancy to find one with stories to tell. Fortunately my cage did find one- an uncle (Dad's brother) who visits frequently and who have a lot more stories to share than she could imagine. His crispy voice full of enthusiastic waves and liveliness made her fantasies more realistic that she visualized herself in those stories living in all the beautiful characters he portrayed. She (and I) loved him the most and always longed for him and his stories.

On one party-at-home-night, my cage went to him with obsession for stories. He told a few stories and put her to sleep. She was having a pleasant fairy-land-from-her-stories dream when it suddenly got drifted and there appeared a huge beast, with devilish look in its eyes, which yanked her and clasped her mouth with its big filthy hands. Her dream was so somatic that she could feel the heaviness on herself. Terrified, she opened her eyes to find it wasn't any beast but her uncle who closed her mouth. “Maybe I am talking in my sleep again and he couldn’t sleep. So he is closing my mouth. And maybe he can tell me a story so that I could go back to my dreams- without talking this time and he could sleep” her innocent mind thought and felt relieved for a moment before it went back to labyrinth of thoughts about why he was doing what he was doing. Her frock was pulled up. He was half naked and had the same devilish look, from her dream, in his eyes. She never saw that look on him before which made her heart shrink.

 “I’m dreaming”, she thought and tried hard to wake up. She didn’t like this dream but was not able to shake it off. She tried to scream so that someone would wake her from this horrid dream but his hand on her mouth is so hefty and real that it is resisting her voice from venting off even in the outside world. He moved close and mercilessly forced himself into her. Only then, with that sting of pain did she realize that it ain't a dream. She didn’t want to believe it and hoped that it really was a dream. But it was hard not to believe, with him all over her, behaving so brutally that she couldn’t even think it as something she would dream.

Although her tender muscles strained from trying to get him off her, she kept trying- tried to kick, punch and throw him away. But she was too small and weak to even move under him. His hand on her mouth was so huge that it blocked not only her spurting voice but also air entering her nostrils. She felt nauseous and her body was trembling with both pain and fear. But that monster wouldn’t let go.  

Frankly speaking, I, as its soul have promised that I wouldn't leave something as beautiful as my cage. But that night I tried to, with all my might, to leave. I couldn't bear her struggle, the pain of his grip, the look in his eyes, the strength with which he forced himself into her. I didn't know the physical pain she was in but I could understand. It was crossing its limits and getting transferred into mental pain which I selfishly didn't accept any more. I tried to leave my cage but was not able to.

There was a full length mirror in-front of the bed into which I accidentally looked through her eyes. I could see how torn she was but still striving hard to get free off him. I saw how inhumanely he was befouling with her and me. She was not in a position to take any of it. So was I. “One last time..”, I thought. She closed her eyes so stiffly this time as if helping me. . For a moment she let those past visions pass in-front of her. Visions of her uncle treating her as a princess in his stories and beautiful memories of their time spent together. A tear drop rolled down her cheek. Once she opened her eyes, I pulled myself out and far I went to get away from her bounds. 

I could now see my cage with a brute all over savoring her physicalness. She lay there soulless, bruised and crushed under him- still breathing. 

"Would he have done the same thing if he (accidentally at least) ended up seeing himself over her in the mirror instead of me", I thought and flew away.

That night I understood that apart from people who didn't want to bear a girl, there are people who WANT a girl irrespective of the girl’s relationship to them or their age...Nothing matters as long as it is girl- living or NOT! 

Albeit,

I'm alive...So is my cage.!!