Noor
My day goes on with tension all over my head . I know it could be just another one of false rumours but I can't relax till I see it on news that it was actually a false .
I look out from the window of my office . my office is quite spacious with a lot of space to work around . I find it all unnecessary but Mohini amma insisted that executive director of Mamta NGO associations should have a big office for meetings and other stuff . I couldn't say anything back or else she would have scolded me . she loves me but she scolds me a lot too if I am not taking care of myself .
She was the one who helped me complete my graduation even if it was hard to get into any college because of lack of my identity documents .
I graduated and worked hard to get where I am today .
I watch the children play in the ground . beside them , the woman are having their evening tea while sitting in the hall .
This place is huge . the land stretches to acres . the architect is done in such a wonderful way , so we mostly use natural methods and things . this way we can contribute a little in reducing climate change .
Not only the headquarters like this Bengaluru one and the Delhi one have these sort of systems but our every NGO , all over India have these systems.
The children wave at me and sign me to come down to play with them . I smile a little , wave back and sign that I am coming down . they all get excited . I turn around and go towards the stairs to the ground floor . on my way out my assistant glances up from her desk , and smiles . I smile back and continue on my way .
As soon as I reach the playground , the swarm towards me and they all hug me tightly . I hug them back . I bow down and ask them how they are doing one by one . they all smile and tell me everything in detail . my heart warms up talking to them . each one of them have been through so much , seeing them smiling so brightly and being so alive makes me so happy .
A child points towards a corner , I glance towards that direction and see a child anxiously sitting there alone .
His name is Rohan , he was brought here recently . he was rescued from a child trafficking racket . he was in a very bad condition and in hospital for days. His therapy is still going on .
The children told me that he never talks to anyone . never plays with anyone and he just sits at the corner and watches the sky . my heart squeezes at thinking what he must be going through.
I walk towards him and sit at the other edge of the bench . he stares in my direction for a while and then looks back up .
"What do you want ?" he murmurs , his voice really slow and rough .
He looks like he is on his defense mode .
I was like this once too . but then I mastered the art of a facade now no one can easily look through the complicated me .
I push those thoughts aside and focus back on him .
"What are you staring at , in the empty sky ?" I softly ask , looking up at the late evening sky .
"It is empty , that's why it has the most important thing ."He whispers and pull his knees close to his chest .
"what ?" I say .
"Silence , peace " he murmurs , smiling a bit .
" what you say is true , Things that look empty tend to have a lot of things suppressed in them . joh dikhta Hain , vahi hamesha sach nhi hota . "
I say and he looks towards me with a confused look on his face .
"Par kyu , dekho voh baadal toh kitne shaant lag rhe Hain ." he says pointing towards the clouds .
"This silence is just till those clouds fill so much that they can't control and they will explode . there will be chaos all over this silent beautiful sky ." I whisper .
He doesn't reply back . so i stay silent too giving him time to think .
"That is why you should not hold it in and let it out . let your emotions flow " I say after a while .
Even though I can't apply this to myself but I still suggest him this as he has got his whole life in front of him .
He nods .
"What you say is right, I will try " he says simping brightly .
After that we talk for a while and then I encourage him to go play with the other kids . at first he was scared but after some convincing he agreed that he will go .
He was going towards other kids when he turned around suddenly .
"Aap hum jaise bacho ki madad Kyu karti hain ?" he asked looking serious .
I was taken aback by his sudden question . but I smiled truly this time and said "kyuki jab hume madad ki zaroorat thi , tab hamari bhi kisi ne yoohi madad ki thi ."
To this he smiled and went away to play with the kids .
I could never get the chance to thank him, that police officer who helped me , due to my running away from there .I had to run away or else they would have taken me back to that hell , that house where my aunt used to torment me . I could not go back there . I could not even tell them that my aunt sold me ,because if I did .Then my uncle would be told this too and his heart could not have handled that shock . he already had many heart problems at that time . and most of all he loved my aunt blindly .
I want to thank that police officer but I never want to meet him ever because he was the witness of the darkest times of my life . the darkness I run away from everyday .
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The day went on normally , with tension flooding in my head .
It all explodes when I get a call. A call from my Uncle's assistant.
Now I have to go back to the place , I have been running away from .
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Darkrose.