My dear bro.

                 The silence was piercing. She stood with her head bowed, her eyes fixed on a spot on the ground. Her chin quivered as the tears began to fall, one by one. I turned to look at him, stunned at the words he had used, the moment he had chosen. I found it hard to believe how cruel he could be! Just when every one of us cousins was having a good time, enjoying the annual get together during the summer vacations, he had gone and ruined it. For her. For my dear little sister.
               I moved towards her, wanting to reach out, wanting to support her, wanting to give him a piece of my mind. How could he? And, all that drama just because of the subjects she had chosen for her graduation? Unbelievable! Was it such a big deal getting into medicine or engineering? It was her choice, her life! What right did he have to ridicule her for her choices? He sniggered, wanting to activate a chain reaction from all those gathered around. As expected, a snicker escaped his son’s lips. I glowered at the rest of them, silencing them before they joined in.
             I stood behind her, holding her by the shoulders, and bent down to whisper into her ears. 
” Avni, you are going to ignore people’s jibes, because that is all they are capable of doing. You will do what you find fit, what you choose to do, and what interests you and you alone. And, the next time someone tries to put you down, you are going to use every iota of guts that you have and show them their place, whoever they may be. Do you hear me?”
            I could feel every eye in the room, looking at the three of us, wondering what would happen next. I knew for sure, he would not retaliate. He could only roar at the meek ones. Like my sister, who, being the quiet one, seldom  responded to the barbs aimed at her.  He seemed to get a sadistic pleasure out of making a mockery  of people, whom he found unconventional. Oh, it was useless trying to make him look at things from a different perspective!
         My thoughts now turned towards  this stick of a girl standing in front of me, her head still bowed. How I wanted to shake her out of the fear that  seemed to have  engulfed her! Why couldn’t she speak up? Why couldn’t she just care a damn about the world and follow her heart, confidently, fearlessly?! She needed an earful, too. Oh, yes, she did! She had to change. There was no way in hell she would survive in that big  bad world if she would tremble like a leaf everytime she was hit by a typhoon. 
          My mind was made. The end of this summer vacation would see a changed Avni — bold, courageous, no more the rabbit she had always been, but a lioness who could not just roar, but also shred to bits anyone who dared get in her way. I grabbed her hand, pulled her out of the gathered crowd of kids and took her on a long walk. 
            

 The above post has been written for Wordy Wednesday.
This week’s  prompt: Phrase prompt: Shadows of silence.
This week’s prompt comes from B-A-R member, writer and blogger, Rajlakshmi Boruah.


3 Replies to “My dear bro.”

  1. Yes, we all have to learn to stand up to such obnoxious remarks! Such weakness is so easily and hurtfully crushed in the world out there. I can't simply understand why this person had to be so rude and hurtful toward Avni. Sometimes some people's behaviour can be simply beyond me!

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  2. Yes, Beloo, there is definitely a need to stand up to such people. And, I believe, that people behave in such way because they can't bear to see others choosing their paths, and succeeding in their lives.

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