The water lady was crying after I told her everything about myself. I stopped and asked her about herself. She told me her name was ‘Eshwari’ and she works for an NGO. She was born and raised in Mumbai. She looked frail in her appearance, but she sounded strong as a person. She had a husky voice and her eyes were brownish. She appeared to be in her mid-40’s.
From now on she will be ‘Esha Taai’ for me. ‘Taai’ in Marathi means elder sister. She was the person who gave me clarity of mind. She put my thoughts to rest and gave me a plan of what needs to be done next. First, she was going to get me out of Mumbai and take me to Gujarat. The NGO she works for has a girl’s hostel in Gujarat and they would be ready to help me. She made me understand that whatever happened with me was wrong and I should be strong for myself.
Esha Taai was supposed to take me to Gujarat the very next day. She made all the arrangements for our travel. She informed the girl’s hostel about me and they were ready to take me in. We traveled the next morning from Mumbai to Gujarat. We took a train from Victoria Terminus in early hours.
We got onto the train and we occupied the window seats opposite to each other. I put my head on the window and went into a deep sleep. I just loved the sound of trains since my childhood. I slept without any worries. I found someone who actually shares my burden.
In life, we meet a certain people who are not related to us in any way, but God sends them in our lives to help us.
We reached Gujarat in about 15 hours. I was tired after the three days of waiting on the station and the train journey. I couldn’t wish for anything but a good meal and a place to sleep.
We reached Ahmedabad and met Esha Taai’s friend Ayesha. She was a tall and skinny lady who was very energetic. She wanted to know what happened with me because Esha Taai didn’t tell her the whole thing. Before going anywhere else, they wanted me to go to the police station with them and file a formal complaint. I was very scared and anxious. I was not ready to face anyone else and repeat the whole thing. Whenever I thought about everything that my father has done, I would go into a melancholy state.
Ayesha was a psychologist and she was tied up with the same NGO as Esha Taai. She gave me courage and prepared me for everything the police would ask. She told me that they would ask me every minute detail about my father’s evil doings. They would try to interrogate me with tough questions which might put me in a dilemma. It would be depressing, and I must be strong because I am the only one to ensure that my father gets punished for whatever he has done.
Esha Taai and Ayesha came into my life as my fairies. They were both my guardian angels and with whatever strength they gave me, I was finally ready to face the police.