Not Just Noise

 

Having been on bed rest for the last three days, today I decided to step out of my room.

And the most difficult thing was the sounds, ones I once loved and never saw as a disturbance—now started sounding like noise, as my nervous system is so tired. Just to feel a little better, I sat in my balcony for some time.

As usual, I noticed four boys playing 🏸. But their language and their attitude shook me. Among the four, one was the eldest, around 28–30 years old, while the other three were kids around 7–10 years old.

The youngest among them looked innocent and didn’t really voice out compared to the others.

What was actually happening?

They were playing shuttle, and the youngest couldn’t play as well as the others. But he kept trying - trying to learn tricks from them, trying again and again. Meanwhile, the other three mocked him every time he lost a point.

What shocked me the most was that the 30-year-old man joined them, laughing uncontrollably and teasing the child.

The most triggering thing for me was the language the kids used. One of them said,

“You keep losing. You don’t even know how to play. Then why do you even come here? Just go and die. Don’t ever dare to come and play with us again.”

The child innocently laughed, as if those words didn’t hurt him.

That man could have raised his voice. He could have made sure the child felt loved, included, and safe—instead of being mocked like this.

These kids need to be parented well. I wish their parents were there. But I’m not sure whether they would have pointed out what was wrong. Still, I wish they had.

We have all been on both sides at some point. And only after a few years do we realize our mistakes. I truly felt sorry for that child. I know how he will go home and feel, how these words are going to haunt him because I have experienced it too.

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