The Prince of dreams of a middle class girl does not come in a white horse, he just gets in the streets. I was an orphan girl, grew up in the orphanage. Apart from the 10th standard, she started working part time as well. I was average in studies. Terror and pain had come in my life just like never before. Well, there were many classmates, but maybe my pain could not feel any better than me. The girl who has no mother, no father, no sister or any other brother is not less than a punishment for her. Neither the shoulder to cry nor the problem with anybody to solve the problem .... I was stuck in my own wasteful life. Neither did I love anyone, nor was I waiting for anybody. But the time was approved by some other. I was 18 years old. For further studies, I had to go to another city as well as I started doing a part time job too. Six days of the week passed in classes and offices, and Sunday was a little relaxing. It was not time for me to get myself Some money used to go in savings and the rest of the money was spent in buying the goods needed and paying the room. Then in a day life took a new turn. A new neighbor came next to my house. By the way I did not notice it earlier. But gradually I started to notice him. While coming out of my house and coming back home, he would often get strolling on the terrace.
And then on that day something happened that ended the trust with my love. And also told, that what a mother teaches her daughter to live in this world ... .. how important are those things. That made me feel the lack of parents. That infidel boy raped me, and then served me in front of my friends. A few hours have ruined my life. All of them quenched the thirst of their lust and I remained helpless and kept everything together. My everything was robbed, and now I had no desire to live. They kept me in the bike and moved back home. I did not understand what I should do now. When the bike was passing over the bridge, then I came to know why I would jump in the river. The river was filled with water in anyway, maybe the death was calling me .... And I was also desperate to settle in the lag of death. I asked him to run the bike a bit, and jumped into the river just as the bike slowed down. After a few minutes of struggle, I got rid of this life.
Perhaps I should not have loved the blinds, and I should have had so much strength in myself that I could save my own self from those evils. I wish there were also any mothers who would support me on the steps and steps of life. Maybe I do not take any wrong steps if I get the family together. If someone could get me true, then I would have been alive today too. Or the mistake is of this society, which has made the woman so vulnerable that she can not protect herself from anyone. Moral message of the story: Love, but love is also real or has the ability to recognize fake. Think carefully before handing over your mind to anyone.
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