“He changed my face…not my heart. He threw acid on my face…not on my dreams.”
“I was a law student and a classical dancer. I was learning Western Dance at an institute. I used to give my performance at every cultural event organized by our college. Family, friends, dance…these were my life. I was an average student in my class and very good at co-curricular activities. Life was full of joy for me till he entered my life and turned my life upside down. I remember his name as “Ravi”. My senior. Proposed some girls several times and got rejected due to his arrogance and offensive nature towards everyone. The institute where I was learning western dance was beside his room. He used to peep girls dancing through his window and tease them despite many warnings from security. It all happened on Women’s day night when I was returning after my performance at a charity show for underprivileged. He was standing on the road holding a glass bottle anticipating for someone. I was returning from the institute and he started following me. I was nervous and suddenly he grabbed me towards him and assaulted me sexually. I was screaming with fear and pain but there was no one around. Then he tried to stab me. He threw acid on my face. My hands were also burnt as I tried to cover my face. I was unconscious then. When I got consciousness, I found myself in a hospital and my face was covered excluding my eyes. I cried a lot recalling everything that happened to me last night and tried to commit suicide with the knife lying beside the bed. The nurse stopped me and called the doctor and my friends. I was crying continuously and asked my friends how to continue my life as a dancer with my disfigured face. My skin was burning when tears started touching cheeks. One of my friends scolded me and spoke to me in this way, “You are never a loser. Be brave. The person who attacked you will cover his face, not you. If not as a dancer, be a choreographer and start an institute”. These words went deeper into my heart and there was a tremendous response from people to learn dance from me. And today, I’m satisfied with this National Award as Best Choreographer for a movie. To all those people who are showing me as an example for Acid attack victim,
“I’m a survivor…not a victim. My success in my life is my sweetest revenge on him.”
Happy Women’s Day!