Yashmita Kochar


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June 6, 2020

I was happy. Happy until something happened.
Happened to my parents when I was 5. 
An accident maybe, they told me.
The orphanage was good. There were kids like me.
I found actual friend to play and study with.
Amazing food and playground for us all.
I had a home which was very huge but it's not where I belong.

I was happy. Happy until something happened.
Happened to me this time when I was 10.
Some family adopted me. A family totally out of my reach.
Everyone surprised why they chose me.
I wasn't anything like them.
First few days were amazing. Gifts, hugs and love.
But again my happiness was short-lived.
They... they were exactly how I thought.
I was being used. 'Ill treated' I would say.
I was supposed to do all their work. 
I was beaten up if I some mishap took place.
They were mean, rude and hated me and I do too.
Could never call them mom and dad.
I had a home with rich family but it's not where I belong.

I was happy. Happy until something happened.
Happened to the people who just gave me a day to stay when I was 12.
I escaped that dreadful family. Ran into this merciless world.
Soon I found a home. An old one but the owner was nice.
They came. The cops. I started to hate the police. 
They found me inside the cupboard. The only place to hide.
I was handcuffed and thrown into their car.
I was then put in jail. I wasn't alone there.
There was a young lady. Just like me.
She seemed sweet. She started to talk to me.
Soon I was smiling and she gave me a hug. 
I was treated brutally here too. She was like a mother to me.
She told me everything I was never aware of.
I had a home as she made me feel it but it's not where I belong.

I was happy. Happy until something happened.
Happened to the young lady when I was 14.
We both escaped. But she was shot. I had the address to her house.
I took the subway and then soon reached the shelter.
I saw everyone there was like me. They helped me reach her house.
A family just like me. Like a home I was born in.
They welcomed me. They accepted me.
I told them everything that happened all these years.
They all held me closely. A tear came after so long.
I told them what their daughter taught me.
She told me about our colour 'black'.
She told me that the whites burnt down my house as I'm 'black'
She told me that the whites enslaved me as I am 'black'.
She told me that the cop captured me as I am 'black'.
She told me that I shouldn't hate myself as I'm born 'black'.
It's just that I am black. But I'm innocent and pure like the whites.
Black lives matter. We all deserve to live too.
I can bring a change too. I can and I will. She taught me this.
Hireath. She used to say. Maybe those all were houses which were never meant to be mine.
I now have a home where I'm loved, cared and kept safely.
A home where bricks weren't as important as the family members.
Finally, I'm happy. Happy to be here. 
A home where I definitely belong.


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  • Yashmita Kochar

    Thank you for you sweet comments guys...

    12 months ago
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    12 months ago
  • Jasmin khawar

    It's so beautiful!! How you expressed everything. This made me emotional....lovely

    about 1 year ago
  • Yashmita Kochar

    Thank you

    about 1 year ago
  • Sanjana Sunilkumar

    Wow, I have no words to express how I feel now.
    Well done.

    about 1 year ago
  • Mishthi Sharma

    It is so simple yet touching. Loved reading it.

    about 1 year ago