This is a story of an Indian mute girl who fled to a new country with hopes for a better life. It contains emotions, triggers, love, and language.
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Before getting further, let me remind you that the story starts in a small town of South India, so obviously the conversations are in their regional language which is Malayalam. So you can imagine that the conversations ahead are in a different form.
"Did anybody saw you" he asked. To which I nodded a no. "Okay, let's go" I stared out through the window as we pass by the house, the storm give it as fade vision, with raindrops all over the glass. The moment we passed it an involuntary sigh came out of my soul. Deep inside my heart, I wish I never come back her, ever.
"For good" I assured myself.
Rest of the ride was silent,I'm in the passenger seat with my bag next to me. Tons of thoughts crossed my mind, and yet I felt relief. Something I rarely gets to feel. I closed my eyes, and let the thoughts flood.
"Aisa....Aisa, wake up" I heard a familiar voice, and almost Jumped out of sleep, "Hey....easy easy, its me" uhhh I have this worst habit of jumping out of sleep when someone calls, rubbing the clouds I opened my eyes, he was patiently waiting for me to snap out, holding two pieces of bread and two glasses of tea, and a bottle of water. Then it ringed me, It's already morning, I slept the whole night. I won't blame me though, because honestly, I was that tired.
"Here, wash your face" He said, passing the water bottle to me. I obeyed him like a little kitten. Looking around to make sure no one see, I slowly pulled my niquab, and washed my face. My pardha was all wet from yesterday's rain, but now it's completely dried.
"Here" he said showing the cup of hot tea, and a paper which which had a hot samooza. It would be a horrible lie if I said I wasn't hungry. The spicy samooza mixed with the strong tea, came out to be the best combination ever. 'yaallah'what a taste....for the next few mints I forgot everything but my samooza,
"Sameer texted me" That caught my attention out of samooza-tea cycle. "He was asking if everything's okay... Are you safe and all.." He said as he took the final bite of his samooza. "I replied till now it's all fine.....ah and he told he has camp duty today, so he won't be available, but it's okay I'm here....atleast for now." When his face succeeded in hiding the pain, but vocal cords failed. The lump in his throat was bright as day. "Right.....?" He added after a little pause to pull himself together, Without making it anymore complicated i gave him a smile and nodded. ' yeah, atleast he's here'.
He took both our tea glasses back to the shop, the tall-slim old man was smiling at him, after paying, he returned.
Our ride continued, there were only minor communication. mainly about people here and there creating traffic, and his comments over the radio programs. I didn't even realised I was sleeping until he shook me up.
"Hey, c'mon we reached..." He said like a whisper, slowly I turned to my sides, loud bizzing horns, people scattered everywhere. And then I realised, my life in my country ends here.
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
Incase u donno, the above dress is called 'pardha' in South India.
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
The black cloth that covers the face is called 'niquab' it can be raised up to open and pulled down to cover the face.
* Please do like and comment your opinions and thoughts about this chapter. Sincerely, Vaiga.
