The power empathy, is one of the most powerful thing that you can ever own and not just this it is also the most beautiful feeling. Imagine, you can understand and share other person's feelings, the words like togetherness, bond etc. will be something that will own a meaning.
Many of you will might say or think that.... 'handling one's own feelings sometimes become so difficult and in such situation you are asking to understand others feelings and share it, with them. Are you mad? We don't have that much time and above all this we don't want to do so. And interfering in others matter is not good at all.'
To be honest somewhere I agree with you but think what if it gives you strength to fight your own battles? What if you learn the your own struggles, are so little in front of theirs and you are are just worrying for literally nothing? What if it heals something in you, which got break in you by others.
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NOTE: WARNING THIS CHAPTER WILL BE CARRYING SOME MATURE CONTENT RELATED TO SEXUAL HARRASSMENT AND ABUSE... IF ITS A TRIGERRING POINT THEN PLEASE AVOID THIS CHAPTER.
Michiko: (With a flat tone) When I was in the sixth class, my parents got me tuition and the one who used to teach me, inserted a pen inside my vagina forcefully and that pen break down itself there only. I go home while it was bleeding, I felt pain too but at that age I don't know what happened exactly and in the evening when my parents come back, I told them my story while crying.
Well, after listening this they immediately took me to the hospital and upon reaching their I got some six stiches and when doctor asked how this happened they told them some accident took place. After coming home they told me, not to let out this tuition story and told me that from next time onwards be in proper clothes when you go to tuition.
Things started to change, I never got there love, trust and understanding for me. In short they got busy in their careers and I keep getting lost in my inner self.
The moment she stopped speaking, I look up and look at Asher and Michiko, I found Asher eyes filled with tears and Michiko looking at some distant in way as if she is reliving whatever she had gone through till now. I look at my lap and started smiling sarcastically, at this moment my mind started speaking....
Mind: How easy for our parents to do such a thing, not to trust their own child? Why so?
Me: What a wonderful thing it would be if I knew the answer to this?
Mind: A girl getting treated like that is something really big, literally her virtue got attacked. How can other person be so much cruel to do an act like that?
Me: Yes and getting moved on from all this is not at all easy, look at me even I can't forget that one journey from school to house and when that person...
Mind: Shhhh don't start now. I still feel disgusting about it and hearing Michiko's story now just refreshed my memories.
Me: Hmmm
Our conversation stopped hearing Asher words...
Asher: (With sad and concerned voice and keeping her one hand on Michiko's) What happed next?
Michiko: Nothing much, here I am with many walls build up around me.
Asher: Ohhh okay.
Asher: (Scolding voice) Siya.. stop plucking out grasses and say something.
Me: Umm I don't have anything to say.
Michiko: (Getting up from her place) Okay now its my time to go to library.
Asher: (Grabbing her left hand) No just come and sit down please, there are many more things which we need to talk about.
Michiko: (Gently pull off her hand from Asher's hold and said sternly) No I can't.
Me: Why:
Michiko: (Looking at the entrance of the park and then say it out in singing tone) Because someone is coming.
Together me and Asher look in the direction where she is looking at, we found Savannah walking inside towards us while looking something on her phone. Seeing this, Michiko starting walking away from us and Savannah coming close to us, me and Asher both took a deep breath...
Asher: Why she has to come now?
Me: How did she come to know we are sitting here?
Before, we could answer any of our question, Savannah come from behind me and sit down just beside me. As soon as she does so, I shifted a bit to maintain a decent distance between us and seeing this a knowing smile form on Asher's lips. In reply to this I just rolled my eyes at her. Well, our playful look look session ended hearing Savannah's voice...
Savannah: (Finally settling down on the grass, keeping her phone on her bag and with excited voice) Hello bros, what were you doing?
Me/Asher: Just chatting with Michiko and enjoying our time in the park.
Savannah: (Excited tone) That's cool. You know counsellor called me to let me know that I am going to become the one of the head student of our batch and it took me nearly forty five minutes for finishing its formalities. After that I directly walk to have my lunch and then while coming out of the cafeteria, I saw you three sitting here so, I decided to come here and be with you guys.
Me/Asher: Hmmm/okay.
Mind: (Getting irritated) Did anyone asked you what happened with you? No right, then why are you telling us? Just by seeing us here you decided to come and be with us, bro what about taking one of our permissions' first?
I royally choose to ignore my mind because we can't stop other's to do what they want to do so, not point of thinking about all this.
Savannah: (Confused tone) Do you two also notice that Michiko is weird?
Me: (Instant reply) No but why are you asking?
Asher: Same here but why are you asking?
Savannah: (Hesitantly) Umm at first whenever me and Carissa are with you two, she never come and sit with us. And now also she walk away when I come here.
I took a deep relaxing breath, I mentally thank god that she doesn't notice other signs which are actually weird. However, before I could speak up, Asher started speaking.....
Asher: (Lying confidently) Hey, actually the thing is that she is introvert. She is comfortable only with limited people and for now me and Siya are few of those people. And today, she went away because she really has some work in the library.
Savannah: (Nodding her head in understanding) Ohhh okay, now I get it why she behaves like that.
Me: Yeah right so, don't worry. Look, even with me too, she get comfortable after a little longer time.
Savannah: Okay.
Just like this we talk about other things too, actually, these two talks much I just listened to their talks. Soon our free time got over and we walk towards our next lectures, upon reaching their we sit on our seats in our usual patterns. However, once the lecture got started rather than studying me and Asher started our paper conversation...
Asher: Whatever happened with Michiko was really sad.
Me: Yeah.
Asher: How can person be so cruel? and how can one's parents behave like this?
Me: I guess not everyone is lucky in having an understanding and supporting parent.
Asher: Thank god my parents are not like this.
Me: Don't know why but I think, Michiko has many more stories to tell us.
Asher: Ohh if that so, then I think we should give her time because I think she will open up, when she will feel ready to do so.
Me: Yeah right but at least now we know something about her.
Asher: Right.
And just like this our other lectures too got over, sometime we do actually studied and in rest of the time we keep talking like this. By the end of the day, we doesn't get any other chance to be with Michiko or have a talk with her but still somewhere in our heart we are feeling content that at least we got to know something.
After bidding our goodbyes to each other we walk out of the university, to back to our houses. It took me around an hour plus fifty minutes to reach back, after keeping my bag near the study table and putting my phone on the table, I go inside the washroom then start getting fresh. Once done I walk out of the room, then start walking towards the kitchen to have a cup of coffee.
While I was preparing my cup of coffee, mother walk inside the kitchen and look inside the cup. After a second or two she speak up...
Mother: (Scolding tone) Siya...
Me: (Rubbing the back of neck) Umm please, let me have it because my day was hectic and I need it desperately.
Mother: Okay.
Once the coffee got ready, I walk back inside my room and after closing the door behind me, I settled my self on the chair beside the study table. I plug my earphones in then while listening to some violin music, I picked up my diary and start writing my thoughts in it plus taking sip of my coffee in between.
life is really weird, I always used to thought I am the only one who is deprived from parents' love, trust and understanding but listening to Michiko's story I come to know I am not just the only one. I don't understand one thing how can people even think of harming others, I mean look at me I haven't even touched someone in a wrong way and not even for once a thought of anything like that come across in my mind.
thank god Michiko was a child at that time because she just know what happened but imagine when someone in the teenage age face such situations or someone more older face this then, how difficult will it be to survive because that scene must be visible in front of your eyes or in your thoughts every day or every passing moment like as if some movie or video is playing on.
Why is it that even in these circumstances the person who has gone through this is the one who is at fault? Why parents do not trust their child, rather they do want to save the person who has done all this? I agree that with time things are changing, people are raising their voice when it comes to sexual abuse, harassment and rape but still whenever a woman's honour is played with, then also anyhow we put blame only on her.
When my mind got empty, I put the pen down and with relaxed mind, I continued to drink my coffee and once it got finished I simply enjoyed the music. Later, around two in the morning I fall asleep in granny's room, calling it a night.