The Survivor

Someone’s pov: I am sitting admiring my son who is being appreciated for his recent book.I am now in a success meet of my little one’s recent book which has become very famous just in some days.I never thought my son would make me this proud. Not like I thought him to be a loser but I never thought he would be a historical winner winning people’s hearts rather than making money.The whole world or precisely the unknown strangers are celebrating him for his book while me his own mother knows nothing about it.I don’t even know the scam.And the credit goes to my husband and son who have cleverly halted me from reading the book saying it’s a surprise for me.I couldn’t even deny my little one and my soul.So,here I am proudly smiling at my son’s work which is unknown to me.When I was immersed in thoughts I felt a hand on my shoulder.I turned to see my husband eyeing me to look front where my son was standing.I looked at my little one to see him asking me to join him on stage.I suddenly felt nervous as my son was successful in turning all the attention towards me.I looked at my husband who blinked his eyes in assurance eyeing our son.And I stood up to hear a huge round of applause for me which I didn’t but my son deserves. I climbed up the stairs while my son gave his hand like a gentleman or more like his father.I smiled at my son and then at the people gathered there while greeting them.The person who was hosting the function gestured my son towards the mike placed there and he nodded politely. He made me sit in his place making me frown and left giving an assuring smile.I looked at my husband sitting in the VIP row to see something special in his eyes and for the very first time I couldn’t perceive his eyes.This made me worried.The thought that the father-son duo is up to something and I don’t have the picture of it is scary.I was brought out of my thoughts by the loud applause received not by my son but by the writer “Mayank Sharma” who started speaking. Mayank:Thank you all for all your love.I really feel blessed to be awarded with your love and support.I feel grateful to every single person who lent a helping hand to me.I am thankful to my publishers for the belief they had in me.And apart from all I want to thank my parents who have been my inspirations,roll models,mentors,friends,partners and my everything.Thank you mom and dad.Love you. I shortly mumbled a love you too along with my husband. Mayank:And coming to the book many people were curious to know the reason of me choosing this plot.And I am sure those people don’t know me well.They just know the writer of this book not the real Mayank Sharma. What is he talking about?Why do I feel like this book is somewhere related to me? Mayank:Before giving them their answer I have one more work to do.I have denied my mother to read this book for these many days because I wanted her to read the success first and then the book.So,today when this book had won millions of hearts I want to gift the manuscript of this book to my mother as well as “the survivor”. And the way he referred me scared.I got the book from him with shaking hands and I felt the thickness of air when I read the title in the front page.There was a picture attached in the front page.It might be the cover my son wanted for his book.It was of a girl facing the city standing at the top of the mountain. Below it was written “Survivor”.The word echoed in my memories making my throat dry. And all the happenings after the book published rushed in my mind.Now I know why the book has more female readers.Now I know why my son has been loved by all women without any age limit.Now I know why the book has been named “survivor”.Now I know why it is a surprise for me.But wait,my husband has been a part of it?I questioned myself and lifted my head to see him already staring at me trying to read my expressions.Just a look and I know he is worried for me.He is scared of my reaction. He is scared to see hurt in my eyes.He was waiting for my single move to cognize my thoughts.But I was more than shocked to give him a clue. Mayank:So,the answer to those people who have   asked about the reason for this plot is me myself.Let me tell you one more thing the story I have written in the book is not any story I imagined but a life lived by someone.The book says the story of a gang-r**e survivor saying this he pointed towards me and I can’t help but notice how confident he is.There was not even a drop of hesitation or shame in his eyes. Mayank:Fortunately for me and unfortunately for my mother I am the symbol of that mistake. Fortunately for me because I got her as my mother who thought to keep me within her thinking me as an innocent soul and not a sin.And unfortunately for my mother because everyday,  every hour, every minute and second,I remind her the biggest pain she had gone through in her life Does he thinks like that? Doesn’t he understand me? Mayank:I know how it is to be called as an illegitimate child or a sin or a bastard or so and so.It hurts of course. But not more than getting punished for the mistake you haven’t did, the mistake correcting which is not in your hands, the misery which had happened with you. Fighting the world is what she got for the agony she had faced. And my mother did.She fought the world not for anyone else but for her,for her own self whom she had lost amidst the taunts and curses. So, this book is for all those women who survives the bad touch of a man, who survives the eye r**e of a man, who survives the scoffs of the society and who survives the disgusting creatures. I just want to say one thing which my dad use to say “Being a victim is your choice, But being a Survivor is your courage”. Once again thank you all for your love for my book and me. Thank you. He came towards me with a nervous smile and held my hands.I was not in my senses to react to him.I was fighting with my memory,the sufferings I faced rushed back in my mind making my heart heavy.But like a light in the darkness among the scary memories,the memory of my light played making my lips curve by themselves.I found my light smiling back at me with proud and love which made me strong like always.Suddenly I felt something hiding my husband from my view.I frowned and turned to see a mike.I looked at the hand holding it and  guessed that I might have been questioned by that reporter.My son was looking at me trying to analyse my mind and was about to politely refuse the reporter seeing my silence.But I held his hand and blinked my eyes at him making him and my husband grin. Me:Pardon me,I didn’t heard what you asked.Can you please repeat it? Reporter:That’s okay Mrs.Sharma.I was asking how did you felt when your son shared his idea of writing a book on you?What was your reaction? Me(smiling):I got to know about this just 5 minutes back when he gave me his manuscript.As he said It was kept as a surprise for me by my husband and my son. But yeah I feel really very proud of my son. I said looking at my son who was smiling more. Reporter:So,you are a r**e victim? Me:As my son said not a victim but a survivor Reporter:Say about the hurdles you faced being a r**e survivor as you say(mocking) Me:Everything was a hurdle for me.For example people like you had taunted me for the mistake of others.They had looked down on me for being the survivor. And I was glad to see that reporter regretting for mocking me making me smirk Reporter:Was it easy for you to live a life again? Me:No….not at all……Some people questioned my character for the misery happened with me.Some people portrayed me as an example of how their daughters should not be.Some people gave disgusted looks to me.When it is always a girl’s fault how could a girl can live her life happily? when you punish the girl instead of the animals then how could you expect a girl to lead a peaceful life? Reporter:The men who were accused on your case were given a judgement of life sentence. Were you satisfied with that punishment? Me:No,I want us to be not punished.Of course the girl is not punished by the court but she is punished when you stare at her. She is being punished when you throw your rude words on her.She is being punished when you don’t treat her normally like other girls.She is being punished when you see her like some bacteria.Stop these undeclared punishments first. Reporter:So Mam,your son is the living memory of that incident? Me:No,He is the living memory of my self-confidence and courage.My son is our life.Mine and my husband’s. Reporter:Does your husband know about the distress happened with you? Me:You guys didn’t even left 0.001% chance to hide this news from anyone. So, yeah he knows every single thing about this incident and he is the light of this survivor who took me out of that darkness. Reporter:Had he accepted your son too? Me:Well my son’s surname says it all.And let me tell you something I am jealous of my son’s bonding with him.He is too much close to him than me. And I made a bad face at my men who were laughing at my complaint. But soon it vanished as we heard the next question. Reporter:Mr.Mayank how did you felt when you came to know about your birth? Mayank:I felt bad at first. Of course any human would have felt like that.But then my dad made me understand everything.I can’t decide on who should give me birth or how should I be born? He made me understand that my birth is not in my hands but my life is. I can decide on how my life should be and whom I will be. So, I decided on not becoming another animal but becoming a very rare human like my dad. Reporter:How did you faced the people who taunted you? Mayank:Well it’s neither mine nor my mother’s mistake that we both should live a secluded life, away from others, hiding somewhere. If they can’t understand our pain then why should we give a heed to them. Yes, it pains to hear those words for yourself but not more than proving them right by sitting inside four walls. Reporter:Great.Mrs.Sharma what do you want to say to all the girls who had suffered like you? Me:I pray to god that no girl should suffer like me and to the girls who had suffered I would like to say that don’t cry and sit in your room. It makes you the victim they say. They will try to discourage you every time you rise. But what matters is how high you rise pushing them all behind. This makes you the survivor. It is upon you to be a victim or a survivor. But never lose you for them and their stupid assumptions. I heard a loud round of applause from the people sitting down and this time not for the mother but for the survivor. Reporter:You are really an inspiration Mrs.Sharma…..Hats off to you Me:You will get so many inspirations if you guys let them be one. Thank you everyone. I finished my part thanking them and my son stood up guiding me down the stairs towards my husband. He just smiled in proud and happiness seeing me and I returned him the same. We three walked out of the place and went home by our car.When we reached home the father-son duo were ready to escape from me. But I needed my answers immediately. Me:In living room after 5 minutes. And I heard a sigh from my son who looked at his shocked father before mumbling “come on dad,we just have 5 minutes to freshen up”.I started moving already to get ready for the late night.