"My name is Lahari Roy. I am the only child of my parents, we belongs from a middle-class family. As soon as I finished the college, my father wanted to getting me marry like other middle-class families but I was not agree as I wanted to do a job and stand on my own feet. Ratul welcomed my decision, so I went against my parents' wishes and I stood firm in my decision. After several interviews, I finally cleared an one. And when the chairman of the company, Mr Dibakar Sen, extended his hand towards me to welcome me I immediately hold it. I was so overwhelmed with joy that I did not realize that Dibakar Sen's finger was spinning on the palm of my hand.

Am now Dibakar Sen's P.A. from last one month. In this one month, I have heard a lot about Dibakar Sen. As I heard about his wife's death, I also heard that she was committed a suicide and the reason behind that suicide was several women in Debakar Sen's life. He was an womanizer. And honestly speaking am not surprised at all, because in this one month I knew about his intentions. He told me by his gestures that I have to compromise with him to keep my job safe. My mind was filled with bitterness and hatred. How long will people like Diwakar Sen think that girls are the puppets of their hand and they can playing with them using their power and position? Unknowingly, my mind was up in revolt.

That rebellion caught fire one day when my boss called me to his chamber after the office hour. I still did not know his motive, but when he asked me about his proposal I got furious and slapped him next don't care of anything. I felt powerful at that moment but realized the mistake next but that was too late. Dibakar Sen's eyes burned violently and the animal inside him wake up next. I was not ready for the consequences. In order to satisfy his ego, he ruthlessly asserted his masculinity on me. Not only my body but my mind, my soul, he wounded everything in a moment. Brutally crushing my womanhood under his feet, he throws my wounded and blood drenched body into a bushes on the side of the road to die. With too much agony and pain I came back to my house and broke down into tears in front of my parents. The agony of lost everything. My parents were broken too after listening everything and said me to accept my condition as destiny. But I was unwilling to accept this extreme humiliation of my womanhood as a destiny instead I was determined to punish him who was responsible for all my agony.

I filed a case against Dibakar Sen, but as a result, I had to become a shame to the community. Everyone blamed me for everything, the laughter and the irony became increasing in people's eyes day by day. I was shocked to saw those last full gazes towards me who seems to be my well wishers once. My parents advised me to withdraw the case because my dignity would never be able to return back and in this way I lost the rest too. Hearing this from my own parents my faith was shakes a little. But my trust was broken badly by Ratul. He said that I lost my womanhood, my integrity and now I no longer to deserve him. When Ratul left me after saying those words I became completely speechless. I realized how cruel and double faced society this is. Here the integrity of a woman is judged by her body or I should say her virginity and not by her mind! The society and the people of there are the masked faced man who speaks about the progress and prosperity of the women only but the fact is they exploit the oppressed women more and more. They made wear silk robes to the goddess in the temple, and unclothed the woman outside. "Rape" - a worse crime than murder. Because a raped woman was raped only once by physically but this cruel society is constantly raping her mentally.

One time came when it seemed that death is far better then all this. Because I am tired of being a shame in this society on a regular basis. I wanted to die in vain. But no I can't, after knowing that I was no longer alone, the possibility of a new life growing slowly inside me, I can't embrace the death. That man who was insulted my womanhood, his one part is inside me and I have to live for the new life that is growing inside my womb. That night of Bijaya Dashami when Maa Durga disappeared, I became determined to start a new life. I am motivated to fight again. I am not just an ordinary woman, I am the Durga. Who destroy all the evil. I am the burning flame who burns all the darkness.

My case came to the court to proceed further and my fight started. Several objectionable and mischievous comments from the opposition lawyer started to come to me. He analyzed my character in front of everyone at the court and tried to prove that Dibakar Sen was completely innocent, I was just blackmailing him for some money. I Don't surprised to hear this type of complaint, because what more can I expect from a double faced society which is constantly raping me mentally. But no, they could not break my confidence in any way because there was not the only abusive, exploited and defeated girl standing in front of the court that day, but a woman who had reborn to fight against the evil with all her courage. On that day, I fought for my honor with the help of my inner confidence only. I tore down the mask from Dibakar Sen's face in front of everyone and shown his real face to the whole world.

The court took his decision. Court orders life imprisonment for Diwakar Sen. Unknowingly, a drop of tear rolled down from my eyes. The tear of happiness. At the end I won the fight and finally get the justice.

Although I still know that this society will not accept me, but it does not matter to me anymore. Because today I am no longer alone, I have the purpose of living now who is growing slowly inside me. I came to a new city in between some unknown people to start my new life again. Although the journey was not smooth but I made it possible with my confidence. At certain times I gave birth to a son who has become a new hope in my life. Sometimes I became scared with the thought that what if my son become a monster just like his father, who never showed any mercy to a girl. Who can destroyed a girl's life and left her to die on the road. But next moment another thought hit me that the child is mine now, only mine. And I have to struggle to raise him properly. I have to be strong for this baby because this society is not for the weak people, I have to fight constantly to survive here and my fight has not over yet, it just began now."

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"It's already late, won't you come today?" Hearing this I come back to the present. I look up and saw Avik stood there at the door.

"Yes I'll. You go am just coming." I said and went back to the past again.

No, my fight has not been easy. But I have continued my struggle with the strength and courage. And during my fight the person who always support me and stayed beside me was Avik, my husband.

Avik Mukherjee is a social worker. I was meet him through a NGO. I thought I would spend the rest of my life doing social service, but there was a surprise waiting for me! Avik asked me for marriage which traumatized me again. My wounds become fresh again. But no, I didn't rise back to fall down again. I told my life story to Avik. That I am a rape victim and having his child. I also said that I want to live the rest of my life with my child and not with someone's mercy and sympathy. And it's not necessary for a woman to always depend on a male so I can't marry him.

After listening me Avik says that he has no dare to show me any mercy or sympathy. He said that he was not only surprised but fascinated too after listening about my unwavering courage, strong mental energy and above all, the efforts to fight against injustice. So he wants me to be with him as his life partner. After so many hesitations finally I have decided to accept Avik as my life partner. Avik not only accept me but accepted my child as well. We together founded "Shikha" (burning flame). It is a social service organization whose main purpose is to fight for the exploited and abused girls of society.

After getting ready I come down and saw Shubho and Dishari waiting for me. Shubho my son, who truly brings such a good fortune and happiness in my life. And Dishari, my daughter. The precious gift of Avik given to me. Truly, these three are the life line of my life. Without they my life would have been meaningless. I smiled affectionately at them then went out with Avik. My aim is "Shikha".

I was broken, I was fall down. But I rise up again tore down all the darkness. This is me, Lahari Roy Mukherjee and this is my story.

                                  ~ The End ~

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