Pages from an acid attacker's diary
Abruptly, i walked up to her and confronted my fears. My tongue felt stuck somewhere in the insides of my mouth for a while, until I almost spat out , “I love you, marry me”.
“Of course for you darling” i raised my hand to stroke her cheeks but before i could reach my angel, she pushed me back.
Her lips moved very fast after that and the door was shut. After what seemed like a lifetime, there was just one question in my mind, why was she in such a hurry to throw me out? So there was someone with her in there.
Only if her face could tell her story I thought and there it was — the conclusion to my suffering — I should burn her face. Yes, why not? Who would she invite in her house once that happens? Then i would see if she dares push away true love. A weird freshness filled my mind, as i waited for her with a bottle of acid in my hands; the adrenaline rush i felt was overwhelming. As she came in sight, time began to run faster and i could hear my own heartbeat. Next thing I knew she was on my feet yelling with her face covered in blood. The sense of accomplishment was uplifting.
(Purva Dashottar is pursuing her chartered accountancy education from Indore. With an active involvement in issues concerned with women's rights, Purva takes forward the Stop Acid Attacks campaign while being based in central India. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org)