• Published : 13 Jun, 2014
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I nonchalantly stared at her as she lay down peacefully beside me.

I was used to seeing people sleep beside me, but this case was a bit different.

Different in a way that she looked almost like a child; or at the most she could have been a teenager.

A boy little older than her sat on the stool, holding her hand, his eyes were similar to hers, which suggested that he could be her brother.

"Rohini... Please wake up" He kept repeating those words with incessant tears in his eyes.

In case you're wondering what kind of an indifferent creature I am, let me introduce myself to you.

I am the cardiac monitor, Rohini's cardiac monitor.

I had almost changed the display to a straight line, because Rohini was no more.

I had overheard the nurse talking to the doctor - "It is a case of child abuse. Her mother harasses her and tortures her for sadistic pleasure. She is a frustrated woman and according to Rohini's neighbors, she used to beat her own daughter with rolling pin, comb or anything that was easily accessible to her at that point of time. There were no steps taken against this cruelty, because Rohini had stopped everyone saying arguing that after all she was her mother and irrespective of what she did Rohini would always love her. But finally she gave up and attempted to kill herself by consuming too many sleeping pills and succeeded in that naive attempt."

Post this conversation, the nurse handed over the suicide note written by the girl to the doctor.

"Hey mumma... I am sorry. I don't know what would happen to me after I do this. I don't intend to hurt you but I can't take this anymore. I can hide the bruises when bhaiya comes home. I can ignore the wounds which heal only with revealing scars. I can conceal every physical injury you inflict me with. But where do I go and find a mother's love? I get hurt and I cry too. I cry in front of you not because that rolling pin hurts my back, but because I crave for your love. I think that may be if I cry, you would melt and for once, that indifferent and cold stare would change into a loving - healing touch of a mother. In case, after reading this, I manage to melt your heart a little and if you feel sorry, I just want to say - I love you mom. Don't be sorry because it is now too late. Far too late. I love Arpit bhaiya. Please make sure he doesn't cry too much for me. If you ever loved me even for a second, please keep him happy. He has done a lot for me. I know mom, I have irritated you. I have made you despise me, so I won't be coming in front of you again in this life, and I hope you don't see me in any of my remaining lives too. Bye mumma... I'll miss the mother I hoped you would be... and I will miss bhaiya the most. Pardon me."

Arpit couldn't stop crying, and I never saw Rohini's mother as long as I was plugged in, I saw the nurse cover Rohini in a white cloth. That was the last thing I saw before I was switched off. 

Had I been given that *thing* which I monitor, I would have cried... But Thank God, I was heartless. That thirteen year old girl would have surely made me cry if I would have been a human.

 

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Disha Bhatt

Joined: 24 Apr, 2014 | Location: , India

I wish someone would write poems for me, paragraphs for me, love letters to me, love poems and all that 'just for me'... exactly like "I DO" :) :)...

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