One Day One day a male ego was so much hurt, The rejection of proposal burned a fire in his heart. The revenge was so immense it destroyed, The existence of a girl with a ground throughout her life. The acid on his hand, he threw on my face. He ran away to glimpse how I will I survive. I covered my face, chest and arms when it burned down to, the epidermis below my nerves. It was flaring my face melting like a clay, I was screaming loudly for help. People stood behind me watching with their eyes, The day when I saw no existence of humanity in everyone's face. The thought of seeing outside the window startle, seeking for normal life have been like curse to me. Everday I am seeking for a reason to survive and to fill wounds of inside that is stinging my heart gradually. When the people say that they felt scared around me and tell to cover my face . Feels like you are burned throughout the body more than you think that acid has done People may have sympathy for a girl reading that news paper one day. Please tell me can you feel same the pain every day each second of your life.. Why this acid only change your face? Why it cannnot change the person the way I am? The emotions, feelings, dreams inside me all are same and the way I think. But the thing that is dead is the thinking of the people. For them I'm the headlines of the news today and consequences of someone's revenge. If more than that gossips of their leisure time perhaps the expression of sympathy. When I wake up something was not there the big mirror hanging on the wall. But now I don't like to see my face on that mirror not because it remind me how I was then and now. Maybe the reason is that I percieve that when you inaugurate beauty definition for yourself . The sight of what other opine about you never matter in your life. -Smarika Bastola.. #Acidvictims
