The Darkness in Me ( A True Story)

As a little pudgy child with dark skin and wild unkept hair, she would scamper in and out quite freely in a light cotton frock. She was unmindful of all watchful eyes and often would get rebuked and laughed at for her skin colour. ” Hey you are so dark ” said one scornful voice while another said your mother must have drunk a lot of tea and that’s why you look like black tea”. Somehow it made no sense to her for she would run to the only best friends she had, the flowers in the garden. She would talk endlessly to the roses, the pansies and the lilies who never judged her who smelled sweet as her chattering grew, but the darkness in her decided to stay on.
The darkness always crept around her when she would go to her room to spend some time alone by herself. It would appear like shadows creeping across the room, so she never would keep quiet. She would sing to herself, ” I saw that black motor car, come across to me! Go that little motor car far away from me.” No one understood her mumbling rhymes and she would get severely scolded for singing the nonsensical rhyme late into the night while others tried to sleep.
However morning always came bright and the flowers bloomed and she would run back to talk happy things to her friends. Yes it was odd to see her sing about that black motor car in the night and yet chatter happily to Rosie or Pansy her bright best friends. ” Hey Rosie how do you do? Miss Pansy hope you are fine too!”
Even today when that black motor car comes during the day she does happily chatter but in the night she needs to sing herself to sleep to forget that dark black! The sun does appear and so does her bright smile, the frightened one is brave again, maybe with real friends this time and with real high time moments. She knows now if that horrid black car will come along others will come too, bright white, red and yellow even! She can sing now about all other cars too, ” that red one will come to steal my little heart, with yellow roses we will never part! The darkness in me does fade away, within the white light of the day!
I know now as a grown woman, darkness will never reign supreme, for I still believe in my sweet smelling best friends. My darkness today defines me and my beauty!



Gouri, what a beautifully written memory. It’s both heart rending and uplifting at the same time. It just makes me want to hug that beautiful little girl!
So beautifully written, Gauri. Reminds me of that famous song by Tagore – ” Krishnokoli ami tarei boli…Kaalo…shey jotoi kalo hok, dekhechhi taar kalo horin chokh…
( I call her Krishnokoli – the dark flower. Dark? Black? …well she may be dark, but I only saw her beautiful black doe eyes…)
You have achieved so much. Wishing you the best in everything you do.
Beautiful and deeply relevant for all. A story of immense courage
Well described! A journey of self growth – from feeling inferior( feeling of darkness) to feeling confident in your own skin, in who you are , rather than what you look like!
It is lovely knowing you dear Gauri!
Much Regards