Sameer waited
outside the operation theatre as Anandita was taken inside in a hurry. Sitting
down, he remembered about the paper he had crumpled in a hurry. He finally took
it out to read. It read:
Who’s to blame?
You’re fat
You’re quiet
You wear glasses
Who’s to blame?
You don’t raise your
voice
No one wants to talk to
you
You are nowhere in the
social food chain
Who’s to blame?
You’re scared
You’re nervous
You’re anxious
Who’s to blame?
You’re to blame
Girl,
You’re to blame.
Note: I wish I could
change myself. Wish I could look better to fit the society. Wish I could act
better to fit the society. I just wish everything was okay.
A shiver ran
down his spine. Every line that she wrote had some pain attached to it. He felt
guiltier, with every line that he read. He, somehow, felt partially responsible
for this condition of hers. At this point, he wished that he wouldn’t have
stood quietly by the side as his friends made fun of her. He wished he had
taken this up to the higher authorities. As these thoughts were crossing through
his mind, a tear slipped down his cheek.
Someone
wiped the tear on his face. HE looked up to see Tanya standing there.”Where is
she? Tanya asked. By the time, he could answer Anandita’s family came running
towards the operation theatre. “What... has... happened.. to... to.... my
daughter?” Anandita’s mother asked breathlessly. Sameer got her to sit down,
offered a glass of water to her and narrated all that he had seen.
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