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Another Painful Day
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I remember that day very well. That day he came to the home late night with drunk. I didn't surprised, I didn't surprised. When he come, I was in the sleep. Usually, I had no business with him. I don't care about when he comes home, where he goes. He was beyond the control and out of his mind. Those are such a ordinary days.
I don't remember that days of my childhood. Rather I don't want to remember those. But, that was such a unfortunate day for me. I made a very big mistake which can never be forgiven. And I don't want the forgiveness for what I did.
I clearly remember that night. He came home at the midnight. I can also remember the smell of the low quality wine. I remember, I was so tired that day. I woke up due my mother's painful yelling. I realised , it's him who hurted my mother badly. "My father".
" Mother! Mother"!! I yelled. I saw him kicked at her chest. She was whining in the pain. I ran to her, give her a hand and allow her to seat. I looked at his eyes. They were turned into red. The anger was upon his head. I don't know what happened that night between them, why he was beating her. But I knew the reason!!!.
Meanwhile, I realised, usually my father is a very kind person. I don't remember when he beat us last time. But, when he drunk, my mother started shouting at hom, which he never liked. Obviously she did that for us. To keep our family bounded. Usually he took my care very well. When I hurted, he hurted too. Of course he didn't show on his face.
When I see my mother whining, I forgot, where we are, what's the time. I started arguing with my father. He was drunk , so he started too. That moment can never be forgotten. I pushed him. I was frustrated about this every midnight drama. I saw my neighbours whose are my uncles and aunts. laughing at us. I was very angry that night. So, I pushed him back. He came to me and slaps on my face. I fall down, I tried to wake up, and realised the another slap on my face. I was wondering that he slapping me. Because he never did this with me before. I felt dizzy. I felt my nose bleed. I could not hear anything arround me.But I could clearly hear my mother crying. I stood in confusion and tried to kick my father's leg in anger.
My father kept looking at me in amazement. Then I felt that he calmed down. I still remember him sitting down quietly and taking a glass of water and glancing at me. I felt them crying. They were saying what is sadder than my son kicking me.
After that we didn't talk to each other for a month. I was very sorry. I kept thinking that no matter what happens, I shouldn't have kicked my father. It is always the case that in a house where drunks run rampant, you lose respect for each other in your house. I have never expressed anything about this incident except my mother and my father. Today, almost 15 years later, I cannot look my father in the eye. I feel sorry every day.I tried so hard to forget this incident, but till now I could not forget it. Maybe I can forget the incident only after my death. And on that day I will atone for the wrong I have done. I wish, this moment should never come in anyone's life.
We should all come together and fight for drug addiction. Domestic violence should be opposed and efforts should be made to bring justice to the many mothers and sisters who are victims of domestic violence.
© Pradip Hogade
I remember that day very well. That day he came to the home late night with drunk. I didn't surprised, I didn't surprised. When he come, I was in the sleep. Usually, I had no business with him. I don't care about when he comes home, where he goes. He was beyond the control and out of his mind. Those are such a ordinary days.
I don't remember that days of my childhood. Rather I don't want to remember those. But, that was such a unfortunate day for me. I made a very big mistake which can never be forgiven. And I don't want the forgiveness for what I did.
I clearly remember that night. He came home at the midnight. I can also remember the smell of the low quality wine. I remember, I was so tired that day. I woke up due my mother's painful yelling. I realised , it's him who hurted my mother badly. "My father".
" Mother! Mother"!! I yelled. I saw him kicked at her chest. She was whining in the pain. I ran to her, give her a hand and allow her to seat. I looked at his eyes. They were turned into red. The anger was upon his head. I don't know what happened that night between them, why he was beating her. But I knew the reason!!!.
Meanwhile, I realised, usually my father is a very kind person. I don't remember when he beat us last time. But, when he drunk, my mother started shouting at hom, which he never liked. Obviously she did that for us. To keep our family bounded. Usually he took my care very well. When I hurted, he hurted too. Of course he didn't show on his face.
When I see my mother whining, I forgot, where we are, what's the time. I started arguing with my father. He was drunk , so he started too. That moment can never be forgotten. I pushed him. I was frustrated about this every midnight drama. I saw my neighbours whose are my uncles and aunts. laughing at us. I was very angry that night. So, I pushed him back. He came to me and slaps on my face. I fall down, I tried to wake up, and realised the another slap on my face. I was wondering that he slapping me. Because he never did this with me before. I felt dizzy. I felt my nose bleed. I could not hear anything arround me.But I could clearly hear my mother crying. I stood in confusion and tried to kick my father's leg in anger.
My father kept looking at me in amazement. Then I felt that he calmed down. I still remember him sitting down quietly and taking a glass of water and glancing at me. I felt them crying. They were saying what is sadder than my son kicking me.
After that we didn't talk to each other for a month. I was very sorry. I kept thinking that no matter what happens, I shouldn't have kicked my father. It is always the case that in a house where drunks run rampant, you lose respect for each other in your house. I have never expressed anything about this incident except my mother and my father. Today, almost 15 years later, I cannot look my father in the eye. I feel sorry every day.I tried so hard to forget this incident, but till now I could not forget it. Maybe I can forget the incident only after my death. And on that day I will atone for the wrong I have done. I wish, this moment should never come in anyone's life.
We should all come together and fight for drug addiction. Domestic violence should be opposed and efforts should be made to bring justice to the many mothers and sisters who are victims of domestic violence.
© Pradip Hogade
