I tell the story of Shiva Purana and Garuda Purana. I was born in Vadodara, Gujarat, but we came to Mumbai as a child. Papa was a film distributor, partner in Mohan Studios and owner of Vishwakarma Films Company. While mother was a doctor.
In those days, TV, ambassador car was everything we had. I have seen celebrities like Rekha, Amitabh Bachchan, Jitendra and Sanjay Dutt very closely, but these days of lavishness did not last long.
One day dad suddenly had a heart attack. We took him to the hospital, but could not save him. I was in third grade then. My sister was a year younger than me. Father was Gujarati and mother Punjabi. Both had done love marriage against the wishes of the family members. Due to the sudden departure of the father, the mother started to remain silent.
The picture is from childhood. Me and my younger sister with my parents. Papa was very famous. Along with being a doctor, she also did modeling.
Relatives also stopped visiting the house. Only uncle supported and took him to Vadodara, but even there the mother did not feel like it. She felt very lonely.
The mother got some money from the partnership of Mohan Studio, she bought a four bedroom flat on Mira Road in Mumbai. In this way after two years we again shifted to Mumbai.
Mother hoped that after the death of father, Nani's heart would swell, she would probably agree, but it did not happen. There was no effect of the death of the father on the maternal grandparents. He didn't even ask our condition even once.
This hurt the mother a lot. She started to remain silent, gradually her mental condition kept deteriorating. Started behaving like crazy.
Sometimes I used to talk loudly to myself, sometimes I would laugh out loud. Then run on the road. She kept calling by name of father. She used to throw the household items outside, keep the garbage inside.
Both of us sisters used to get scared seeing mother like this. One day the mother beat us so much that the neighbors had to pull us out from the bathroom window.
Meanwhile, slowly our money started running out. We missed our studies, it was time to ask for food. Asking neighbors for food, they would throw bread on their mouths as if no one would allow even an animal to eat.
A Punjabi family lived next to the house. They took advantage of our helplessness. Started making me do housework. I used to clean utensils, wash clothes, sweep and wipe their house.
In return, he used to give two rotis each to me and my sister in the night. There was so much work in her house that many times she used to sleep there even at night.
One night his son came into the room and started raping me by pressing my face. Hearing her voice, her mother came into the room, saw the light lit and left. After that day I would be raped every night, but I could not resist for the sake of bread for two times.
At that time I would have been 12 years old. I was in a lot of pain, both mentally and physically, but to whom would I tell. There was no way anywhere.
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