The Stories that make me!

Each one of us  are struggling in our own secret world,
in our own heroic ways.
Each one of us are fighting a battle, you and I will never hear about.
Every happy face is hiding a story , a secret never to be told.
Every piece of colourful clothes is hiding a scar,
almost every energetic soul in that late night party,
for at least  once wants to run away to a faraway land,
away from the chaos ,far away from the people around.
But, at times these stories are revealed.
the scars are shown
the souls break free.
it is when that I have heard these stories,
seen these scars
and helped a lost soul to their way back home.
it was then I came across a few new stories  of the  old faces.



I have heard stories of a pretty little soul,
of her mother who died,                                         
of how her father is not bothered about her,
about her step-mother that she does not share a good relationship with.,
of her grand parents, the one's she calls her own,
and how old they are to be with her for all the years to come.
her stories of  the outside world keeps abandoning her one by one ,
she keeps fighting her own battle with life, with herself for every hour every minute every second of the day.
yes,I have heard it all.
and I want to tell her that
I will be there by her side even when everything falls apart.




I have heard stories of a girl
who was raped when she was in class four.     
i know, that she was raped by her own brother,
by the drawing teacher, over and again.
then she was too small to understand the hideous act she was going through,
and now when she finally did,
all she wants is to wear a white frock and roam around freely,
without the fear of those  dirty hands touching her body again,
                                                                      now all she wants is a little protection,
                                                                      a little kindness from the world,
                                                                      and to recreate her childhood.
                                                                     Yes, I know her secret now.
                                      and I promised her to fulfil this secret wish of her someday.

I have also known of a few happy-go-lucky boys,
crying over their messed up career.
I have heard about the years they lost trying to find what suits them the best.
I know how horrible they feel, when they meet their friends of the same age,
established and well settled.
I know how hard they work to prove the world that even they are capable enough.
so what it took them a few years to find the right path, its never too late to start all over again.
I know their stories of proving the world and also to themselves that they are not losers.
Not hopeless cases or complete failures!
I have known them close enough,
and I know they are not.

I have seen the strong girl,
who always puts up that bright smile on her face.
who helps everyone in need,
who provides them with a shoulder to cry upon,
I know how lonely she herself is.
I know her everyday struggle of choosing between a need and a wish.
I have seen her burying a wish each day,
to fulfil her needs of survival.
for she is financially struggling from that day onwards, ,when her father was murdered,
the only working member of the family.
I know her wishes,
her dreams
chained by financial crisis,
I know of her brave mother too.
and of her, my friend
the bravest of all.




I also know
about,
the happy couple of the class falling out of love.
the girl wondering what went wrong and the boy finding ways to tell her that he might have to leave her now.
about,
the children from the broken families,
faking a smile the minute they step out of their house..
about,
the girl who is afraid of falling in love for her fears of getting her heart broken,
also because she has seen her best friend being cheated by the guy she trusted the most.
I have seen their souls dancing in the rain,
and also crying their heart out.
I have seen them escaping the realities
and I have seen myself doing the same as well.
and after all this while, I have seen myself growing stronger, kinder and wiser.
maybe because ,I have not only heard their stories, but I have felt them and also experienced them to some extent.
I can simply connect with each story out there,
maybe because,
I have a silent role to play,
the role of a listener,
or maybe because,
these are the stories that,          that make me
who I am today.
the stories of my loved ones.




ABOUT THE AUTHOR :- 

A member of an N.G.O, Voices For Animals, Priyanka Chatterjee is a first year student of Comparative Literature from Jadavpur University! Apart from being a responsible citizen, she is a voracious reader and a social critic! J.U students you know?