“Simpatico”
Running, heavily breathing, wrapping her in the minimal tatters of clothes that clung to her body
after that night of repugnant circumstances, limping and still managing to flee away from the
goons that hounded her existence, treating her only as a commodity of sexual gratification, she
escaped.
As she crawled on the newly constructed road that housed the homeless during the night, she left
blood stains on the freshly laid tar, quietly making her way to a safer place. Regaining her breath,
she huddled in a cardboard box trying to comfort her soul after the annihilation of humanity that
occurred on her very body, being treated as a carcass even after she shouted for help and in
return received a silent echo of dereliction haunting her battered conscience.
Fighting a battle with the freezing temperature and the pain that had damaged both her body and
soul, she stopped responding to the chilly breeze or to wind brutally attacking her from the torn
parts of her clothes.
As the sun engulfed the night and gave birth to a new day, she felt more clothes on her body that
the night before. With one eye open, she could see something like a blanket covering her
contused body and with the other bruised eye, still struggling to open itself and see the world.
A little boy sat asleep next to her, holding a dagger in one hand and his foot tightly placed at the
end of the blanket that he shielded the girl with. He has stayed up all night to protect her when he
found her unconscious and torn in the cardboard box.
Finding him be the guardian angel beside her, she shed tears holding his hand, laying her
forehead on the back of his palm. Her whimpering and tears that glistened on his rough dark
hands woke him up.
Loosening his grip on the dagger, he told her how he had lost his sister to the cold and to
scoundrels who choked the life out of her and how he couldn’t lose another one.
The orphan girl found a family and the young boy now grew under the warmth and affection of
his new elder sister.
- Tarushi Aswani
Running, heavily breathing, wrapping her in the minimal tatters of clothes that clung to her body
after that night of repugnant circumstances, limping and still managing to flee away from the
goons that hounded her existence, treating her only as a commodity of sexual gratification, she
escaped.
As she crawled on the newly constructed road that housed the homeless during the night, she left
blood stains on the freshly laid tar, quietly making her way to a safer place. Regaining her breath,
she huddled in a cardboard box trying to comfort her soul after the annihilation of humanity that
occurred on her very body, being treated as a carcass even after she shouted for help and in
return received a silent echo of dereliction haunting her battered conscience.
Fighting a battle with the freezing temperature and the pain that had damaged both her body and
soul, she stopped responding to the chilly breeze or to wind brutally attacking her from the torn
parts of her clothes.
As the sun engulfed the night and gave birth to a new day, she felt more clothes on her body that
the night before. With one eye open, she could see something like a blanket covering her
contused body and with the other bruised eye, still struggling to open itself and see the world.
A little boy sat asleep next to her, holding a dagger in one hand and his foot tightly placed at the
end of the blanket that he shielded the girl with. He has stayed up all night to protect her when he
found her unconscious and torn in the cardboard box.
Finding him be the guardian angel beside her, she shed tears holding his hand, laying her
forehead on the back of his palm. Her whimpering and tears that glistened on his rough dark
hands woke him up.
Loosening his grip on the dagger, he told her how he had lost his sister to the cold and to
scoundrels who choked the life out of her and how he couldn’t lose another one.
The orphan girl found a family and the young boy now grew under the warmth and affection of
his new elder sister.
- Tarushi Aswani
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