Justice Delayed is Justice Denied

I was a young girl like you all. I was a happy child roaming around the flowery fields, the flowing rivers, the green forests and among the beautiful birds chirping early in the morning in Kanchanpur. I was the lovely daughter of my parents and was an adored student of my school. I was blooming in the garden of my own world with all the curiosity to learn new things and to receive knowledge of the world around me. I was growing normal in pace of time and had just started to feel the world around me. I was just fourteen years old and had started weaving a beautiful aim in life. It was the day then, I decided to go to one of my friend’s home, I spent few hours with my friends there and decided to return home back. Unfortunately, I could never reach.

All of a sudden, I met a strange person on my way back home. He was a vampire that I could not realize at the moment. He did not only steal my happiness but also my life. How I wanted my country to feel proud of me, alas! That remained an unfulfilled dream.

I was dragged and brought behind the bush! You should imagine, how could have I been assaulted and brutalized just to satiate a hunger of a sex monger. I was scratched, suffocated, assaulted fatally and murdered ruthlessly!

My parents were broken into pieces. Either rich or poor, the love, affection and a compassion of the parents towards their children are uniform and identical. How could have they been living after losing their own child who would get restless to whole night while she was having a minor fever or coughing ? Could the pain of a parents be measured and expressed in words when they lose their own child with such a horrific instance? My mother was inconsolable and my father was having a traumatic impact.

The case was reported to police right after my murder. But, the action was delayed. I had a remorse that the police didn’t discharge their duty properly. With the help of social media, I was known across the nation. The beloved citizen of my country started to fight for me. They mourned for my death and lit the candles on street with a wishing note of my soul’s rest in eternal peace. But, the system was deaf dumped.

People kept fighting for my justice staging protests and strikes. Since they knew that my soul would suffer until the culprit would be dragged into judicial custody. Their pressure from the street brought my case to the level up at the supreme court of Nepal. Nevertheless, the judges ordered the Central Bureau of Investigation (CBI) to investigate it in a proper manner. I was glad that I would get justice and the culprit would be put behind the bar. Unfortunately, my happiness didn’t last for long. Although CBI got my case, the evidences collected from the crime scenes were not preserved properly and was so easily declared – No Evidences of the Proofs!

Days and years passed by and the protest slowed down in course of time. Some people yet remembered me and they have cried for my justice while some other forgot me totally. My soul was crying and screaming for justice, but my voice was not able to reach to the concerned people. My father who was shocked of hearing about me was still fighting for me. He was sitting on the road in front of the supreme court with my photo in his hands asking for the justice. He was getting sick day by day. No matter how worse the weather was, he still continued fighting for me. In a time, everything drastically changed. With the delay of time, people actually used me and my case for their own benefit and popularity. Time passed by but I didn’t get my justice.

My culprit is still free roaming around the places and my parents are still startled having that scary incident remembered. I never thought that the pages of my life would remain incomplete in such a tragedy.

The monster is still enjoying his life but I passed away!

I AM NIRMALA PANTA!

I have been a narrative.

And will my story be an unresolved narrative too?

Aakriti Bishwokarma

Reliance Public School , Grade X A1,

Note : The story writer has intentionally used past tense all throughout the story for two reasons: She believes such the incident should never ever take place in the country and the reality of the case of late Ms. Nirmala Panta would never be brought on to surface.