"Operation Pyscho Deletion"

I was in the second year of my college…One of my cousin’s best friend was in love with a girl who was living next door to his Hostel…He used to see her daily as she take her bus to the college …She never used to raise her head on the roads… she was kind to poor people who approached her but never approached anyone...never had a smile on her face…but still he fell in love with her…as she studied in my college I was forced to meet her and let her know that 'Somebody Loves her'...I was quite popular among students in my college and that made it easier for me to barge into her class one afternoon…as if to just say a Hai-Bye to the girls…

One such afternoon, I purposefully started off a conversation with her…She didn’t talk much…rather she just gave me a smile…Something in me said, that I shouldn’t be just blurting out to her about my mission…We met every afternoon during lunch breaks…and we just talked and talked and talked…rather I talked and she listened…I KNEW, there was something in her that made her not to talk...and some sorrow filled her eyes…I never asked her…what was it that bothered her…but I felt, it could be something really bad, bcoz I could recognize the pain in her eyes…I wasn’t a stranger to that face…I had gone through such faces in my own life…I had seen the same face in my own reflection on the mirror…I knew, I wouldn’t hurt her by prodding into her privacy…

One day, she opened herself up…I listened to her…with pain in my heart and shock in my face…I was not hearing something new…still I listened to her…I could very well understand what she had gone through and how hard would it be for her to even smile…after all that she had gone through…I was a victim myself…and how I brought the smile in me…ONLY I know…

She was abused…abused by her mother’s relative…her mother’s favourite relative…she was tied down on to her own bed and assaulted...sexually, physically and mentally…not once or twice…but at many different instances…she became a toy in that psycho’s hand…he found excitement in hurting her…he flaunted her body…he played with her emotions…he slapped and kicked her…he hurt her…he never entered her…instead he preferred displaying himself off to her and shag on her…she HAD to keep her eyes open, else he threatened to drop the candle wax on to her eyes, instead of her body…

With horror, I saw the burns she had on her neck and hands due to candle wax…I saw that psycho’s teeth marks on her…I was seeing the terror in her eyes as she explained what she had gone through…and how she had to live each day, fearing what would happen the next day…But she thanked god, atleast he never entered her…Maybe, that was the only reason that I could sit with her that day and hear her traumas….else, she would have committed suicide long back…

She could never tell anybody…as she had a sister and the man threatened that he would do the same with her sister if she opened her mouth…she felt that her mother had some relation with this man other than what they saw…that made it worse for her to tell her experience to her mother…She wished she had a brother who could help her…but she didn’t…and she wanted nothing to happen to her sister…She kept quiet…she faced the horror, every time he decided to hurt her…

She sobbed…she cried…I was watching her helplessly…I didn’t know, what to do…as usual, I wished IF I COULD KILL HIM…but by then I knew, if I could, there were hundreds of such psychos in this world who deserved to be dead by now…With experience, I knew, that she had to pull herself up…She had to fight back…She had to turn the pack of cards on her favour…else he would go on playing with her life…She HAD TO PUT A STOP TO HIS ACT…

Emotionally and mentally, I gave her the strength…I promised her my full support…I made her believe in herself…How I did that, I still don’t know… but today I realize, that day, I behaved as if I was twice older than my real age…She promised me that she will raise his voice against his evil acts…I made her promise me to let me know, the next time he was anywhere near her house…I had made decisions to make this pervert realize his mistake..or maybe his CRIME…

At heart, I knew…she wouldn’t be able to fight this battle alone…she needed help…and without her knowledge, I had made arrangements for that too…uhmmm…I told all the issues to my cousin and I requested him to let his friend also know all this…bcoz I needed both their helps to tackle this man…They both agreed and promised to help me in putting that psycho in his space…Sitting at home, I know, I could do NOTHING…atleast I could motivate them…and I DID…I had planned a whole operation to delete him from my friend's life..."Operation Psycho Deletion..."

The next time this man rang her house bell, she called me on my phone…She was all set to fight him…I asked her to be calm…and wait for a surprise…and my next call was to my cousin…and what happened after that is History… My cousin, along with some of his friends from the hostel rushed to her house, pulled the man by his neck and took him back to their hostel room…All that I know more about this is, he had a very good set of bashes and in my cousin’s words, “He would think twice to even touch himself after today…”…lol!!!

Operation Pyshco Deletion was a success...after that day, he was never seen anywhere near her house…She told me, how her mother was interrogating her…to know if she had anything to do with what the “Boys Next Door” did to her relative…it seems her mother seemed obviously upset…For the first time, I saw a glow in my friend’s eyes…I saw her smiling…and laughing…she was laughing out loud when she was describing how the psycho was dragged out by the boys…she was feeling bad that she couldn’t entertain her eyes with the treatment the boys gave the psycho…lol!!! Finally, I was happy for her...I knew, it would be a start of a new future in her life....

By the by…What I relish most out of this experience is the comedy part of the whole story…if u remember, I met this girl to propose to her my cousin’s best friend’s love…but, with the final happenings, she was soooooooooooooooo much in regards to every single person who was in that gang to help her…that she claimed to me that “I had always prayed to god, IF AND ONLY IF I HAD A BROTHER….Now I am soooooooooooooo happy that god gave me not one but seven brothers…bcoz only a brother could help me so much in my life…Please thank your cousin and his friends that this little sister will always have all respect and regards for them for saving my life…They will always be in my heart and prayers as my own BROTHERS” ...