a suffering in disguise

Well in a state of fever i didnt have better option rather than to browse my mind over the tyranny of times n gaze in the arms of wilderness ...i heard cries ...no these were not the generations of the fluctuating vibrations of my soul ..they were real n they were genuine ...i was "intrigued "...well i know this is not apt on my part to use this word to describe the horror that i witnessed...but still this is the exact feeling i had when my eyes were feasted upon a terrible sight ....

The noise of moaning n crying was coming from my neighbours domain..i cried heavens while peering from my bedrooms window...as i captured a pretty woman in early thirties holding a rod of considerable thickness and whole heartedly taking out her ageold frustration on a kid of five years old ...ruthlessly as much as u can let your imagination wander upto....

the worst part was that the louder the child cried.... the harder were the unscruplous blows,,,,

i was aghast!well it took me some time to settle but i finally did ..well when at todays time such things happen the best u can do is keep off touble by tredding the safer part of meek silence ..a powerful weapon at times ...but a disgrace several times other...

the girl it seems from what i can surmise from her tribal looks ...must be hailing from a weaker section in asam n her parents(if they exsisted) must hav obliged to render her services to the lady...that too in a minimal cost .l....it happens... its very common practice that has gripped assamese indoors

next day again same cries n wails ... i followed this time ...n discoverd from the snippets of my eavesdropping that the girl ...api as the lady calls her (synonymous wid hey girl)...eventualy volunteered to let a hanky fall off the balcony while collecting the clothes that she had putout for drying ...as a reward or her general silly or rather simple careless act she was kicked hard on her face many times....

well if u think the whole story ends here ...please hold ur speculation ...there was a whole tribunal of violent acts that continued for entire week ... n i just saw....silence ...as wise men say is the greatest asset a human soul should empower itself with ...i wish they were here to assign the dignatory remark of cowardliness to silence!~

things got worse by the end of the next week ...it was more than enough i told myself i need to go and settle things for myself /....i along wid my warden (who had to be literally begged by me to go ) went to my neighbours lady bungalow...well as fake as the woman's beauty ... the house was majestic ...

i gave polite yet strong warnings to the lady that i hailed from child care trust(i dunno if that exsists !) n that i had complaints from her neighbours ...(on this i pointed my warden who gave a displeased nod) that she ill treated the child and i asked her to mend her ways if she wanted to further avoid trouble....

she was stiff enough even for a subtle reply ...i never expected out of her any...actually

but i was damn relaxed a victory ...very delighted that i had done some great philantropic deed ...i was soo happy ...finally i wud hear no more cries n can rest my tired soul in peace ,,,,


the best was yet to come ..... i went to terrace that night n saw the woman holding the girl by one of her hands and pulling her hairs by the other ....... i hid behind the water tank ..... but there were no cries this time ...
the girls mouth was strongly tied with a piece of cloth n she was being bashed up on account of letting her neighbour know the factfile!!!!!!!!!!!!!