Of Darker Alleys (Part 2)


She started walking faster. She had to get to the house early to make use of all the time she could get. She wanted to get away from them. She was desperate.

She reached the house. She could see the men standing outside impatiently. Bowing her head, lowering her eyes, she walked past them silently. She felt their eyes piercing her back. An involuntary shudder passed through her as she walked in through the wooden door. It was the last time she was going to do it.

It was a beautiful house. Much better than what she had been brought up in. The elders of the house had built it with much love and money. Latticed windows, carved doors, floral designs adorning the middle of the courtyard; she fell in love with the place when she saw it. She used to imagine how she would one day take care of it. Little had she imagined anyone could be as unhappy here as she had become.

Her mother-in-law was walking towards her. She muttered instructions to her. All she caught was the confirmation that they would be back in some time. Possibly half an hour. She didn’t listen to anything else. Not anymore.

The minute they left the compound to attend the neighborhood wedding, she ran to her room. She didn’t want to attend the wedding. It was a trade. The girl was being sold and she wouldn’t know it for a while. That is how the village was surviving. The current generation had almost no girls. Who would the boys marry? They killed their own daughters and bought daughters of other parents only to sell them off as commodities once their utility was over. Higher the demand, higher the price. She preferred the dried grasslands over such fake lushness. At least back at her place, they treated humans as humans.

She had put together a few of her clothes. She was still in two minds if she should run away with her baby or alone. She knew if they found the baby missing, they would not leave any stone unturned to get to her. But if she alone went missing, they might not even bother. With a heavy heart, she picked up her little cloth bag and crossed the length of the house to leave.

She stopped right at the main door. Her son was wailing. Her only son was wailing! She opened the door. She tried ignoring his cries. She could see her freedom waiting down the road. She could hear a hungry heart and an impatient stomach calling out to her.

The mother in her had decided. She had decided to remain human. She closed the doors on herself again. Clutching her bag to her chest, she ran up to his room. Her baby wanted her. Her freedom would have to wait today.

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : I do not know about other countries but I do know that such practices are rampant in India. How rampant, where, since when ~ I wish I could answer those questions with surety, but I cannot.

Picture Credits : Ishita Shah.

Published by AditiChandak

Writing is the passion... Thoughts arise, words flow and the excitement never subsides!

34 thoughts on “Of Darker Alleys (Part 2)

      1. And hope is like a drunk man, always high on expectations, blurting out random things and acting out on the 20 seconds of courage that it has…

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  1. I so wanted her to run away *sighs* and i actually was trying to find ‘to be continued’ so you can tell us that she successfully escaped.
    The beauty of the story was the heart of a mother will always choose her child over herself.
    Thank you for sharing, Aditi.


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    1. I wish she could run away. But that’s where she’s different from the ones she’s living with. That’s what humans were supposed to be like!
      Thanks for appreciating, Naima! 🙂

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  2. Wow. Very well written. Suspenseful. And maybe it’s because I come from a different culture, but it was almost fairytale-like. As though I was reading about a place and time distant and enchanted.

    It makes the story even more powerful to read that this takes place today. This happens…

    Well done.

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    1. Yes, it does happen. Even I couldn’t believe it when I heard about it. But then I tried to get into the mindset of those men who have been dipping our sex ratio and I realized they can fall to these standards too.
      I can’t imagine how these girls live their lives. It must be hell, everyday!


    1. Thank you, Prateek. It’s just the kind of world we’re living in! It’s so pathetic I wish I could keep writing about it to vent out my anguish but to avoid draining yourself out, you have to stop somewhere.


  3. Well, after reading your first post it was pretty certain that you are not, rather you are never gonna write a happy ending to this one, just like your other stories! And the second post proves me right. 🙂
    Nevertheless, the raw emotions have been beautifully etched, like always. Mission successful! 🙂

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    1. We both know writing a happy ending to this was like India achieving women’s empowerment! But I’ll learn to write happy endings… My upcoming book has it! 😉 shh!

      Thank you for commenting! 🙂


      1. Yes… Shocks me every time I think of it! It must be like living through hell each day for the girls. Or do they even know that’s hell? Or is that what they think the whole Earth is like?

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  4. She willdiscover peace in time. We do not need the acceptance of others to free us. Her baby and the shared love between the two will transform her. With growth, comes wisdom.

    Beautiful. She simply doesn’t realized it yet.

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