Tale of a Girl

“When I was a kid, people used to ask me, what my ambition was and I told them that I wanted to become a police officer. My dad asked me the same question on the day of my Board Exam results.

‘Papa, once you told me, that you want me to be the best in the world. I have seen you worrying about kids being abused while you read the newspaper every day. Then I decided, yes, I want to be the best daughter of not just you but all the fathers in this world. I wanna become a police officer papa, save every girl child from those morons. I will make a society where parents need not worry about their girls anymore’, I told my dad.

His eyes filled with tears and he hugged me telling, “You are gonna make me proud, kiddo”.

After that, I finished my graduation in economics. My parents were a huge support. The last year of my IPS training was the peak year of child abuse rate. I had a couple of friends who helped me and motivated me.

After a few days, I became an IPS officer. It was almost midnight. It was my first day and I was in my police uniform. I was on my way to see my dad. I was on cloud nine, also enthusiastic and curious about how he would feel on seeing me in my police uniform.

All of a sudden, a car hit mine. My car tumbled off and I was injured but still alive, thanks to those seatbelts. But my leg was stuck and I couldn’t get out of the car. I screamed for help.

My vision was blurry. A guy came out of the car which hit me. I thought he would help me and shouted “Brother! Help me!” Two more guys joined him.

They were drunk. I knew it wasn’t a good sign. One of those guys dragged me out of the car. I was lying on the road helpless. Blood pierced out from the injured part of my body. “This time it is a police officer”, laughed the guy who pulled me out.

The other two took me to their car. I screamed for help, cried, but in vain. The next day, my dad found I was missing. They tracked my mobile location and reached the place where the accident happened.

I was half-dead lying in the road with red stains in my uniform. And, that is how my dad looked at me the first time in uniform. I was admitted to a hospital. My mom cried. Everyone tweeted asking justice for me. But as days went by, they forgot me.

Six months passed by. I was tired of staying home and feeling ashamed. I decided to come back, get justice on my own. I joined the duty again. Abolishing women harassment has become my ultimate aim. I started hunting those morons. 50+ encounters in a year. I was awarded the best IPS officer award.

It has been years since that accident happened. But still, I remember that day like yesterday, that pain my dad felt when he saw me lying helpless. And the worst part is, that guy who came out of the car was no one else but one of my best friends who helped me during my training.

This is how an ambitious girl full of joy and enthusiasm, with a determination to save innocent kids, turned into this emotionless piece of stone,” ended the brave woman in her press interview.

P.S. This is an imaginary story not written with a motive of hurting or pointing out someone.

It is Asifa yesterday, Manisha today and might be your sister, friend, cousin or even you tomorrow!

#justiceforus

By Iswaryaa