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I loved and they back stabbed
Chapter-1.A beautiful introduction that won't give an idea:-
I really loved them. They loved me back. As a child I knew nothing much. They cared for me and looked after me. Fights did take place but not infront of me, behind me in the dark. I had no idea about what they could do or were thinking. I always have given them a higher position than my own parents. Its not that I don't love my parents but I speand most of the time with them and I grew up in them. My parents were working. My father worked in a office and my mother was a school teacher. My parents kept me with them. They knew that they were not good in those people's eyes but they mean no harm to me. They love me a lot. They would teach good values. Yeah, they took care of me. They were my favourite people. I tried to save and protect them as much as I could, as much as a toddler can do. I really poured out my heart with love towards them. I still remember the love had respect I had for them. They praised me with whatever I did. They were looking happy about me. I had a good surrounding. I treated them well. I never insulted them and tried to stop anyone who did a offensive behaviour towards them.
Chapter-2. The false dream that I dreamt :-
I started growing. I started understanding. I started to differentiate between good and bad. I was six years old then. My parents would leave for work and I would remain with them after my school until my parents were back. I started noticing new things. Somethings got clear. I thought they loved my mother and father. But I was wrong. They were only there to take the advantage. They kept on spreading rumours about my parents. They continuously said bad about my dear parents. My parents have never told me not to talk to them or ignore them. They knew they were disgraced but they thought I knew nothing. They thought I couldn't understand but the moment they stepped outside the house the gossip started. The people did not want to say it to me. They wanted to hide it. But I was growing up. I could see and hear. I could hear them whisper about my parents. They said bad things but I could say nothing. I was a child and they took care of me when my parents were away. I could not speak much therefore. But I felt disheartened. At first I did not care. Sometimes I was sad for my parents but sometimes I thought my parents were only the wrong ones. I thought everything would change. Slowly, someday, sometime.
Chapter-3. I knew but I couldn't:-
I did not know my step. I did not correctly know what to do. No one would believe me. Everyone would seal my mouth and prove me wrong. I was a introvert child. I did not speak much. I did not learn to answer back elders. Now I guess that was my fault. Maybe I could have stopped it earlier. However, I did not say anything. I kept ignoring. Days and years went. Nothing changed. Now slowly they started ignoring me. They were not interested in me anymore. And they started to include me in the rumours. They compared me with others. If you really see, I wasn't beautiful or white. I was poked because of this matter. I was sad. A eight or nine year old continuously getting poked about her appearance was not right. I could not protest because that was the truth. I slowly took it simply. I knew I would have to face it in future so it would be better if I geared up. I slowly changed. They compared me with other children. I felt bad. I couldn't say all these to my parents. What if they bust out? I never wanted a quarrel between anyone. I wanted things to be normal. Years passed but my life was same. I faced many difficulties from these people. I still loved and cared for them. I still had a respect for them. I still believed in changes that wouldn't happen.
Chapter-4. A true love:-
Years passed by. I knew, my parents knew but I couldn't tell them that I was not satisfied with this kind of a behaviour. The people acted typically stereotypes. They kept on with this. I grew up. I understood it was not my parent's fault. It was them. If they really were having some problems, they could have discussed it, made a solution. They kept on backstabbing. The world outside gave us hints about what these people were up to. Then we had a person who wouldn't let much reach us. He was very close to me. He was the oldest member. He knew what to do. He truly loved us. We loved him back. He saved us from many situations. He stood by us. A person who was different in inside all same. He had the ability to judge correctly. He became our guide. I spent a lot of time with him. We were close. He cared and protected me. He gave me a place to survive. No one really understood him much other than me. He was blamed but he still had a strong position. He was my friend. Years of continuous friendship we had built. He was the angel between demons.
Chapter-5. A love lost:-
He was old. He had severe diseases. He was sick. But he was a mentally stable man. He kept on protecting. He kept on loving. Slowly it was his end. He really kept us under cover. We couldn't realise much. They became busy because they took care of him. They were so busy that they did not have much time to gossip. I still did not say my parents much. I showed my parents that I loved them all. My parents still kept on thinking I was happy. I was fine. One fine monday he did not wake up anymore. The good lord had taken him to heaven. God would bring peace to his life. He was old, sick and was in pain. We could no more see him struggling with life. He also did not want to live. I saw him on his bed and felt like he was just in deep sleep. I never tried to understand that he would not wake up. He would not be with us. I felt like he would return but no. He wouldn't. I understood all these and tears dropped down my cheeks. I lost my only friend. It really was difficult. I thought maybe everything would change. Maybe they would love me. But nothing did. We lost our guide and they started making life difficult. It now did hurt a lot. They were free from bindings. And had a lot of time to conspire against the ones who truly loved them and cared for them. I still loved and cared.
Chapter-6. One day:-
One day my mother couldn't bear it any longer. She broke down in front of me. I too did. She never knew that I too faced a lot. I was forced to grow up too early. I was hurt. She told me about things. I also said. We said and said. My life looked beautiful but it was not. I had troubles to face. The world says we start learning at home. And I am thankful to them who even taught me this, to face the real world. I loved him but he was no more. He taught me something that never bent down in front of lies. Always stand by the truth. He maybe no more but won't forget him. I still do it. I understood that I sometimes need to stand up againt the wrong. I have to learn to speak out. Its been years and my parents have faced a lot. Always discriminated. I will now speak up. I will start answering back. I will be forced but I will have to show my bad side to them. They might gossip about me but I will even answer the world. I will take revenge. I will answer back every question they asked my parents. I will protest. I will stand for my parents, against them. I will do what he did oneday for us. I will never let my parents feel weak. I will stand strong and always beside them.
Chapter-7. Life teachers through hardships:-
My life looks beautiful but it isn't. They proved and taught something, you have to live your life alone, better prepare for it from the beginning. They taught me, you need to prove yourself, not with words but with work, not in front of gossipers in front of the word. I learnt to kill them with success and bury them with achievements. Work silently let your success be the noice. The softest voice can be and make it major. They forced me, they showed me the bad side of life, I saw it and I learnt. They say I'll go to hell, yes I will but in a special position, the throne. They backstabbed me a thousand times, thats exactly where they belong, behind my back a thousand miles away from me. The world will pull you down, but you have to have an effort to rise up again. And staying quiet for the whole life is not a solution, you have to roar back at last. Let them push you to your limit, make sure they don't survive after you turn back. Never leave your right, you have a right and you will use it. Never loose, you learn or you win.
-Rupsa.
Hope you enjoyed it, do comment!!
© Rupsa
I really loved them. They loved me back. As a child I knew nothing much. They cared for me and looked after me. Fights did take place but not infront of me, behind me in the dark. I had no idea about what they could do or were thinking. I always have given them a higher position than my own parents. Its not that I don't love my parents but I speand most of the time with them and I grew up in them. My parents were working. My father worked in a office and my mother was a school teacher. My parents kept me with them. They knew that they were not good in those people's eyes but they mean no harm to me. They love me a lot. They would teach good values. Yeah, they took care of me. They were my favourite people. I tried to save and protect them as much as I could, as much as a toddler can do. I really poured out my heart with love towards them. I still remember the love had respect I had for them. They praised me with whatever I did. They were looking happy about me. I had a good surrounding. I treated them well. I never insulted them and tried to stop anyone who did a offensive behaviour towards them.
Chapter-2. The false dream that I dreamt :-
I started growing. I started understanding. I started to differentiate between good and bad. I was six years old then. My parents would leave for work and I would remain with them after my school until my parents were back. I started noticing new things. Somethings got clear. I thought they loved my mother and father. But I was wrong. They were only there to take the advantage. They kept on spreading rumours about my parents. They continuously said bad about my dear parents. My parents have never told me not to talk to them or ignore them. They knew they were disgraced but they thought I knew nothing. They thought I couldn't understand but the moment they stepped outside the house the gossip started. The people did not want to say it to me. They wanted to hide it. But I was growing up. I could see and hear. I could hear them whisper about my parents. They said bad things but I could say nothing. I was a child and they took care of me when my parents were away. I could not speak much therefore. But I felt disheartened. At first I did not care. Sometimes I was sad for my parents but sometimes I thought my parents were only the wrong ones. I thought everything would change. Slowly, someday, sometime.
Chapter-3. I knew but I couldn't:-
I did not know my step. I did not correctly know what to do. No one would believe me. Everyone would seal my mouth and prove me wrong. I was a introvert child. I did not speak much. I did not learn to answer back elders. Now I guess that was my fault. Maybe I could have stopped it earlier. However, I did not say anything. I kept ignoring. Days and years went. Nothing changed. Now slowly they started ignoring me. They were not interested in me anymore. And they started to include me in the rumours. They compared me with others. If you really see, I wasn't beautiful or white. I was poked because of this matter. I was sad. A eight or nine year old continuously getting poked about her appearance was not right. I could not protest because that was the truth. I slowly took it simply. I knew I would have to face it in future so it would be better if I geared up. I slowly changed. They compared me with other children. I felt bad. I couldn't say all these to my parents. What if they bust out? I never wanted a quarrel between anyone. I wanted things to be normal. Years passed but my life was same. I faced many difficulties from these people. I still loved and cared for them. I still had a respect for them. I still believed in changes that wouldn't happen.
Chapter-4. A true love:-
Years passed by. I knew, my parents knew but I couldn't tell them that I was not satisfied with this kind of a behaviour. The people acted typically stereotypes. They kept on with this. I grew up. I understood it was not my parent's fault. It was them. If they really were having some problems, they could have discussed it, made a solution. They kept on backstabbing. The world outside gave us hints about what these people were up to. Then we had a person who wouldn't let much reach us. He was very close to me. He was the oldest member. He knew what to do. He truly loved us. We loved him back. He saved us from many situations. He stood by us. A person who was different in inside all same. He had the ability to judge correctly. He became our guide. I spent a lot of time with him. We were close. He cared and protected me. He gave me a place to survive. No one really understood him much other than me. He was blamed but he still had a strong position. He was my friend. Years of continuous friendship we had built. He was the angel between demons.
Chapter-5. A love lost:-
He was old. He had severe diseases. He was sick. But he was a mentally stable man. He kept on protecting. He kept on loving. Slowly it was his end. He really kept us under cover. We couldn't realise much. They became busy because they took care of him. They were so busy that they did not have much time to gossip. I still did not say my parents much. I showed my parents that I loved them all. My parents still kept on thinking I was happy. I was fine. One fine monday he did not wake up anymore. The good lord had taken him to heaven. God would bring peace to his life. He was old, sick and was in pain. We could no more see him struggling with life. He also did not want to live. I saw him on his bed and felt like he was just in deep sleep. I never tried to understand that he would not wake up. He would not be with us. I felt like he would return but no. He wouldn't. I understood all these and tears dropped down my cheeks. I lost my only friend. It really was difficult. I thought maybe everything would change. Maybe they would love me. But nothing did. We lost our guide and they started making life difficult. It now did hurt a lot. They were free from bindings. And had a lot of time to conspire against the ones who truly loved them and cared for them. I still loved and cared.
Chapter-6. One day:-
One day my mother couldn't bear it any longer. She broke down in front of me. I too did. She never knew that I too faced a lot. I was forced to grow up too early. I was hurt. She told me about things. I also said. We said and said. My life looked beautiful but it was not. I had troubles to face. The world says we start learning at home. And I am thankful to them who even taught me this, to face the real world. I loved him but he was no more. He taught me something that never bent down in front of lies. Always stand by the truth. He maybe no more but won't forget him. I still do it. I understood that I sometimes need to stand up againt the wrong. I have to learn to speak out. Its been years and my parents have faced a lot. Always discriminated. I will now speak up. I will start answering back. I will be forced but I will have to show my bad side to them. They might gossip about me but I will even answer the world. I will take revenge. I will answer back every question they asked my parents. I will protest. I will stand for my parents, against them. I will do what he did oneday for us. I will never let my parents feel weak. I will stand strong and always beside them.
Chapter-7. Life teachers through hardships:-
My life looks beautiful but it isn't. They proved and taught something, you have to live your life alone, better prepare for it from the beginning. They taught me, you need to prove yourself, not with words but with work, not in front of gossipers in front of the word. I learnt to kill them with success and bury them with achievements. Work silently let your success be the noice. The softest voice can be and make it major. They forced me, they showed me the bad side of life, I saw it and I learnt. They say I'll go to hell, yes I will but in a special position, the throne. They backstabbed me a thousand times, thats exactly where they belong, behind my back a thousand miles away from me. The world will pull you down, but you have to have an effort to rise up again. And staying quiet for the whole life is not a solution, you have to roar back at last. Let them push you to your limit, make sure they don't survive after you turn back. Never leave your right, you have a right and you will use it. Never loose, you learn or you win.
-Rupsa.
Hope you enjoyed it, do comment!!
© Rupsa
