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Posted By: sanskriti rijal
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I feel terrified during nights, just like the way it used to feel 16-17 years ago. When I was a boy, the evening wouldn't pass without darkness settling in, as if the night itself arrived with me. Every statue, rock, fig tree, and fig leaf along the road would turn into deities, peeking at me as I walked. When evening came, I would become restless, hands trembling, and my heart racing. I would hide behind my mother and peek out, clutching onto the fear within me. Who would dare to muster the courage to look at the one who chopped her own daughter, I wondered. If she could do that, then maybe we could too – we might chop each other. I didn't cry until the final moment. The fear lingered. It felt different being alone without you around, a distant hope that my father wouldn't argue with my mother when you were gone. When I was 16-17, you left us. Those nights never left us like that. They stretched longer and longer. As the days went by, they taught us to manage the life that remained. I felt scared, my heart ached, but I mustered the strength to endure. During those times, as if reciting a spell, I saved myself from countless beatings, perhaps because, due to my own faults, I too had partaken in the beatings. At that time, nights in our home used to say, "This is how it is." Day and night were distinct. The night passed, the daylight came, and we forgot which time saved us during the previous night. After becoming daily, how could we forget? At that time, I didn't know what the future held, what I would become, and that I had to save myself. Each terrifying night my mother, brother, and sister would wrestle, spending their lives slowly managing. Fear resided, hearts ached, but the determination to manage remained. In those days, I couldn't predict that my own nights would mirror those of others. Today, I feel profoundly heavy. Someone out there is sobbing. Like this, for years, he's been shedding tears over my forged signature in the tram's report. I can't do anything today. Right now, I can't hold my heart and look for my mother. But because of all this, I can't bring my mother down either. The hope that my mother's back will not be bent because of this exists. I've experienced this just like before, the same nights. At this moment, I can't make myself cry, nor can I hold my mother's hand and explain. But because of this, I can still bring my mother down. I can't say that what he said was wrong; I can't say it's all wrong even today. I am not the same as my worried brother. Even though I became one, I am not that. Right now, when I'm weak and crying, nobody can console or understand me except for my sister. At this moment, my sister understands me a lot. Very much. ❤️????
Salient Features:
| Job Price:300 | Duration : 5 Month |
| Location: Rs.Lalitpur | Languages Known : english , hindi |
