“Sai thatteh boalan fas rufiyaa”, he was begging. A usual afternoon routine it was, for the past several years. His life was tragic. His mother passed away while he was just four. And who knows who his father was. He lived with relatives who barely cared for him. Education was far beyond his reach. At the age of eight, now he is a superb street boy. He cleans a “hotaa” to earn a breakfast. Cleans houses, vehicles and what ever he can, to live. Sleeping at public places was not a problem at all.
Today he felt happiness. Instead of five rufiyaa he was handed a hundred rufiyaa note. And the man caressed his back questioning, “Why do you have to live like this?” The boy was too amused to answer. He never met such a kind person. He was happy and confused. He questioned himself “Who is this man? Is it my father?” He had always prayed for a father. He knew that his father was there, somewhere! And the boy loved to believe that his father was looking for him.
While he was deep lost into thoughts, the man asked, “Come with me my child, I have a surprise for you”, “Is it ice-cream?” the boy questioned. Ice-cream! It was his favorite. He was never able to afford an ice-cream. Just one day he tasted, a half consumed ice-cream from a trash can near Scoop. Since that day he was craving for more and more ice-cream. Could today be his lucky day?
The man replied, “I have better things for you, and of course, a lot of ice-creams too” and grinned. He started walking, holding the boys hand. It was an affectionate scene and strange too. The man took the boy to a day rental room. Closed the door, and locked it. “Ice-cream eh, what flavor do you prefer?” questioned the man. The boy remained astonished again! He never knew ice-creams come in different flavors. As there was no response, the man took out a blue berry flavored ice-cream box from the fridge and gave it to the boy with a spoon.
The boy enjoyed it to the fullest. Today could have been the best day of his life. First a note of hundred, and now ice-cream…! As the boy was enjoying his ice-cream, the man was busy preparing a drink for the boy. He opened a bottle of coke, and half filled a glass. And filled the empty half with a colorless fluid, gave it to the boy. The boy sipped it. It tasted so good, so sweet and refreshing. And in one breath he swallowed it all and requested for more. The man was so kind to fill the glass with the mixture of drinks.
The more the boy started drinking, something strange started to happen. An unexplainable feeling ran down his spine. Just in a few minutes the boy was half awake, half dizzy. Yet he was craving for more ice-cream and more of the tasty drink. But now he could barely speak, barely stay in balance.
He woke up shivering, with a funny feeling in his stomach. He wasn’t anymore at the room, no was the kind man with him anymore. He was puzzled! Before he could even start thinking, the funny feeling started boiling up and made him vomit.
Now he could roughly remember. Like a dream, a bad dream. Slowly it started to make sense. The pain he is going through, the aches all over his body. The kind man he met… And how this kind man forced himself over him! The hundred rufiyaa, the ice-creams, it’s all gone now. Only unbearable pain remains, and memories that he want to erase from his mind.
-thadu-
If this boy is still out there…who ever knows him must take to authorities which can help him to rebuild his life.
Him and those many others who may be in his circumstance. Help him before he becomes an addict,help him before he becomes a criminal…
And we talk of childrens rights..think it is time for those in charge to get up from the chair in an ac room, promoting rights and walk into the feild to assist real children who need their rights protected to get their chance
how did u know this story? is it real or imagination?
whaever it is this needs to come to an end. laws need be made mor stronger
What a tragic and sickening story. And all very true. There are predators in every society and only awareness is the one true weapon against them.
i found this story deeply interesting, imaginative and suspenseful. it’s unfortunate that diabolic drama such as this exists in real life (in this godforsaken and idiotic excuse for a country). i strongly curse the perverse nature of homosexuals and their evil tendency to have hurtful sex with small children (especially juvenile, infantile boys and dirty men with similar perverted habits).
There really needs to be a large scale awareness campaign. Spread the good word.
And the tragic tale. Well written.
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thadu, you have brought the issue in a very interesting way. it is sad that pedophiles exist in our country.
Heartbreaking indeed. That innocent children are the victims. The whole fabric of society needs to be questioned individually.
The people at the Sai Hotaa?
The people who give day rental rooms?
People on the street who see this?
What is their role in stopping this?
Hard to believe that these people arent aware to some extent, or for them its the norm, to get on with life.
Most people would have seen such small girls and boys near the market, begging for money and running errands. Its easier to blame one person then the rest.