Saturday, 13 April 2013
Posted by Stop Acid Attacks On Saturday, April 13, 2013 No comments
Having stared at my watch for about a minute, i decided to shift my focus to see how many other participants wore one, something that caught my eyes instead, was the goosebumps on my neighbour’s hands; my eyes automatically shifted to her face, twisted in a painful way.
To satisfy my curiosity, I followed her to the screen, near the stage. There it was, the cause of her immense pain, which I too, was about to feel. The stories about acid attack survivors, Chanchal and Sonam. At that very moment my conscious refused to accept the brutality of the incident and as Alok went on about the other cases, my heart sank deeper, a voice in my head screamed, "And you worried about a bad-hair-day!.”
My head sank down in shame.
Some wise man has rightly said ,”Once obsession poisons a mind, it renders it useless”. My imagination ran wild tracing the day they became victim of a heinous act of rage. I found my self standing beside the victims trying to figure out their reactions, how they would have started their day with a grin on their faces, not having a slight hint of what awaited them.
Many a beautiful dream and aspirations were washed off with the splash of that merciless act of rage. Warm tears making their way through my cheeks reassured the safety of my present and the realisation struck me hard.
(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)