"All my life, I've seen my mother being abused at the hands of my father. Although we lived in a joint family, nobody ever raised their voice against it and when I tried, I was told to make peace with the situation. My father never spoke to me or cared about my life, which is why I don't share a good relationship with him.
I remember, once, it was my parents' anniversary, so I went to wish them. But my father taunted me saying he didn't need my wishes. My mother defended me and said that I was just being nice. I was about to walk out, when from the corner of my eye, I saw a shoe being flung at my mother's face.
Things changed when I started college - I found my happy place. I discovered my passion for dancing too and used it to channel all my emotions. But it was only for a short period of time. One day, when I got back home from college, I saw my mom's face, all bruised. My dad was about to hit her again, when I came in the middle. He hit me and slammed me to the ground.
The impact was so bad that it damaged my neck and spine. Eventually my mother filed for divorce and the case began. With a little help from relatives and friends, and with whatever I'd saved, we shifted to a rental apartment in Mumbai. We fought hard and long to be compensated, and we fought to free ourselves from his clutches. Finally my parents got divorced, I got a stable job and we started a new life.
But even today, we're battling the aftermath of the trauma. I'm still suffering because of my spine injury, and my mothers bruises may have disappeared, but the internal wounds are still there. But I refuse to lose faith - because even though no one was standing with us, we managed to do what was right for us. It was us against the world, and we won - and that's not going to change anytime soon."
Humans of Bombay, Fb
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