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[garamrohan]

It took me two minutes to recover from strong emotional turmoil. Hate, disgust, and fear… god only knows what blend of these primal feelings passed through my nerves. My heart started beating like drum. I remembered how badly this Ratan uncle had behaved to mumma, and the worst part - we couldn’t convey this to anyone, not even my father. 

I didn’t open the gate, I parked my cycle a bit away and jumped inside, over the compound wall. 

I picked up one bamboo stick from the garden as a handy weapon and carefully moved to the house. The house was all silent, as if mumma alone was in the house. But the car parked in the veranda was telling another story. Again I shivered and felt damn guilty remembering the painful incident that happened few months ago. But I gathered courage. Mumma had told not to worry and forget the incident, and she will handle that Ratan uncle, but I didn’t want to leave her responsibility on herself. 

I put ear to the main door but couldn’t hear anything. For once, I even thought of pressing the door bell, but then I thought that will alert Ratan uncle and he will overpower me. It was critical to take him in surprise, if the situation comes. Going inside through the terrace was the best option. I walked around the house to get to the backyard where a big mango tree has grown to the terrace and its canopy was all spread to make it easy launch on terrace.

I carefully climbed the tree, ensuring the stick won’t slip out of my hand. And while I was careful that I won’t make any sound, I had to throw the stick on the terrace, before I climb on. I waited a bit, hiding behind the water tank to ensure that my entry has went unnoticed. As I sat and catch my breath, I checked my left knee and wrist which was bruised. But I had more serious things to worry about. As nobody appeared on the terrace, it was clear my entry maintained secrecy. 

I  tiptoed, while taking down the stairs, trying to be as silent as possible; while my ear was ready to capture lowest of the voice. The stairs ends just opposite to my parent’s bedroom, and while I was yet to get down by 5-6 steps I heard it. 

“Ummmmmm…” The femine sound from the bedroom.

And my stomach ached. I sat there only, trying to hold on the situation, controlling my shivering hands.