Little Love

I look at him through the mirror. I look at his eyes, sharp and focussed. I watch him move from my left to my right, moving his hands artfully, as if he is playing a violin. He glances at me to see how I look. Quickly, I move my eyes off him. Definitely, he thinks I am pretty. Only, he can't show it. He gently moves his finger along the side of my face to push back a fringe of hair falling over my face. He has felt the softness of my cheeks, and surely, in his mind, he marvels at the radiance of my skin. He is trying his best to hide his admiration for me, but his second quick glance at my face reveals it. His hands move fast, but my eyes move slow. To someone who looks at us, it might seem to be a matter of few minutes that would be over in a gulp, but I am savouring it, drinking in each little moment, real slow. I take delight in the moment when a lock of hair curls up and rests over my lips and he moves it off with the back of his finger. He couldn't have helped notice the contrast of dark black hair against bright pink lips. I wonder if he is falling in love with me. It intoxicates me, when he runs his fingers through my hair. I can smell him. He smells of skill, and mystery, and  experience. He has seen many a women, beautiful, ugly, ordinary, charming; And has mastered the art of indifference. And attention from such a man will make a woman feel special, superior over all the female-kind he has ever met, seen or touched. He gives me another glance. This time, he smiles. "There!", he says. I look at myself into the mirror. What has this man done to me? I look even more beautiful!

I get up and walk out, loving the way my heart creates little love stories for me all the time, and thinking about showing off my new haircut!

♥  There is a little love in every moment  ♥

I was only nine

The door bell rang. It was the plumber. I was all alone at home and so I hesitated to let him in. But then I knew how tough it is to get a plumber to visit and fix the pipes, and I wanted to make things easy for my parents, so I opened the door for him. I didn't shut it though, so that I could run away if he tried to kill me or something. He was older than my daddy and seemed to be a nice man but he was still a stranger.

In the meanwhile, my uncle (my dad's sister's husband) came, the door was open, he stepped inside without even knocking. He was a big man (by size of his body, his car and his accomplishments), but I wonder why no one taught him to ask before stepping into someone else's house. I didn't like this uncle for a lot of reasons, but I felt relieved because someone I knew was there to save me if at all the kind looking plumber wanted to kill me. I went into the living room, where he had already made himself comfortable, to offer him a glass of water. I wanted to do that quickly because I had to return to the basin area to keep an eye on the plumber, or he might pick up anything and leave. But my uncle held my hand. He used to come to our house often to collect some papers and always did that to me. I never liked it. No matter how hard I tried, I could not make him loosen his grip. But then, my little brother would try to help me out. He would pull my other hand to pull me away from him, till uncle released my hand. I don't know if he understood how I felt, but I felt safe when he would be there. But he wasn't home that day. Uncle pulled me by my hand towards himself and used force, that I could not counter, to make me sit me over his lap. His hold was very firm. I was too shocked to utter a word. That's my usual reaction to trouble. His one hand was inside my shirt, and other inside my skirt. I was confused and terrified. The plumber called out "It's done". He released me, and I ran away from him. Just when the plumber was leaving, my parents stepped in. 

I don't know if my parents saw it but they taught me not to open doors even for people who are relatives, if I am alone at home. That incident has left a big, dark, permanent spot on my mind. I was introduced to the horror of unpleasant sexual experience at a very delicate age. It gave me a whole new view of the World. I don't know if it was the beginning, but I don't like anybody touching me now. Blessed is my boyfriend for not letting it affect his love for me. That uncle still comes to our house sometimes, and thinks I was too young to have remembered it till now.  I try to behave normally when he comes home. His daughter is now older than I was at that time. I wonder if he has ever prayed to God for forgiveness.

And I love my brother...

Brothers and sisters are born with connected hearts.

You have to take care not to break the link.

SAVE YOUR LOVED ONES FROM SUCH HORRIFYING EXPERIENCES THAT CAN DAMAGE THEIR HEARTS AND SOULS FOREVER. 

STAND AGAINST SEXUAL ABUSE. SPREAD THE MESSAGE.