CHILD MARRIAGE How old are you? I asked the girl who was in front of the mirror adoring her. 14 years. Wow. So there seem to be a function in your house? I asked looking at the decoration. You dont know in whose marriage you have been invited? No, whose? She giggled and ran away. I was looking at her with my eyes wide opened and I didnt understood what she wanted to convey. Roopa, come here. Her mother called her. She went there and sat in between with all the ladies surrounding her. Mostly, that place is reserved for brides. My mind was fighting with my heart and several questions were taking birth within me trying to find answers. Whose marriage is it? I asked one of the guys standing near me. Roopa s His answer was enough to make me stand like a dummy. I was motionless. My lips were struggling to find words. But shes just 14 Just 14? Shes the most elder in her group to get married. Her all friends have got married by now. What the hell? Excuse me I walked away from the house. My face was gathering drops of sweat. I had invited to witness one of the most heinous crimes. My soul was echoing these words. I sat down and saw the house from where laughter sounds were heard as if they are enjoying every bit of their sin. Yes, they were enjoying certainly. Roopas face was coming near my eyes. She was adoring herself in the mirror like a bride but she was unaware of the actual terms associated with being someones bride. 14 years, freak. I dont even remember the adventure I had done during that time and this girl is going to be tied in such a pious relation when shes not even legal for that. I thought to talk to her parents and I went back inside. You know that child marriage is illegal. I stormed at her father. All the relatives were looking at me. That was enough to give me glimpse of my future. I was into argument and soon into a fight and was thrown into a room bolted from outside withdrawing my cell and every sorts of communication. I was shouting but it was of no use. I saw the window and opened it somehow and called a guy. He seemed to be educated. Hey, Why dont you stop all this? Help me.. What he said to me was not surprising but surely it made my mouth get wide open. Arey, Hume kya hai ji? Hmare bcche Thodi hai? (What we have to do? They are not our kids?) I sat back astonished at his statement. Well, thats the mindset of most of us. Hume kya? Hmara Thodi hai.. (its not ours. Why should we bother?) Liking status and talking about it wont make you a great human or get you into something called as heaven. Its that spark which you ignite and fight against all the malpractices. Seeing and turning your face with the tag Hume kya hai? is ruining our lives also. We may not be affected directly but it will affect us somewhere somehow. Finding an angel when we are in difficult times is only valid if we became angel for someones life. Try being one...... you may end up loosing or you may end up being in some difficulties but that definitely will make your life to be called as LIFE...!!! Aash
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 15:47:43 +0000
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