Maple Leaves

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It was the fall of 1998 when days were getting shorter and nights were an endless ocean. I was still a young girl spending my days basking in the sun. My innocent self collected maple leaves and chanted virtues of tolerance, unity and peace. Those were the days of blissful unawareness, until one day I grew up all too soon.

It was just another day of collecting maple leaves and reciting the good virtues when along came the old man with kind eyes. He reminded me of my grandpa who I didn’t get a chance to know much. I loved playing with him, I always did. I would sit on his back and he would take me around the park. But that day was different.

There was a new game on his mind and I was just as excited. But as he threw his weight on me I wanted to scream. But my mouth was gripped and my body so raw. The maple leaves blew over me, leaving me to him. When the game was over he repeated the good old virtues for me to remember. I still collect maple leaves in fall but tolerance, unity and peace have gone.

13 Comments Add yours

  1. Ishita Gupta says:

    Yamini….this was haunting….. gods….it’s so hard to imagine that all this actually happens in real…💔

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    1. Yamini says:

      It is tough to even imagine someone go through this but for some it is their true story 💔

      Liked by 1 person

  2. You’ve left me speechless….
    This was so heart wrenching and it still happens to so many people out there…
    It’s just heartbreaking to even imagine😔

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    1. Yamini says:

      Yes such stories are heart breaking 💔 but true

      Liked by 1 person

  3. notestowomen says:

    This is horrendous. The lost of a child’s innocence is so tragic. It’s heartbreaking that these things happen. Children are to be treasured and treated as the gifts they are.

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    1. Yamini says:

      Well said but some children face abuse in the worst ways we can imagine!

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  4. “The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.” Marcus Aurelius

    That man may have taken your innocence, but he could not touch your soul.

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    1. Yamini says:

      Maybe but it is hard to imagine how an innocent soul is not shattered at such monstrosity

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  5. Ciscas says:

    You reminded me of my old neighbour who always had very dirty jokes…. I hated him for real.

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    1. Yamini says:

      That must have been torturous! I hope you never come across anyone like them.

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      1. Ciscas says:

        Sometimes the people you trust may become the source of your trouble

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