We are made from the people around us. The patterns embossed on our souls can be floral or fabricated but some are painted with agony. A melancholy shrieks each time when the face of deceit and falsehood began to rise. My journey of life has witnessed various disguises with gleam and luster, highly reputed in society and recognized with pride. Alas! Inside is all blemished and rusted. The layers coated on them are manifold. Kind but unkind, brutal but humane, sadist and ruthless! Sadly, all such faces are covered with godliness and purity in white. Whites have so much hidden in it. The black can be concealed in it or maybe it absorbs it so well.

I remember meeting her who never loathed that jet-black masked in white but questioned her own black insignificant spot. The eyes captured her innocence and the hands chased her flesh, polluted her completely made her a sinner within her. An evil-doer with no crime. Yes, the only misdemeanor is the silence! Quietness to avoid anguish, the torment which could be world-shattering. Years after years the pain got deeply rooted in her. The scars healed but the gashes never stopped bleeding.

And only yesterday I read about another predator who hound a girl and destroyed her life… another pattern imprinted on young mind and heart and it was an acquainted molester in dignified white whom she will continue to face till destiny separates his soul with flesh! And then we talk about forgiveness and mercy! How?

R. Jeddy