The boy who broke free

CHAIN REACTION

- BINITA JAISWAL @Chennai

HE air hung heavy with the stench of sweat and fear. Tiny hands, calloused and scarred, clutched at the rough fabric of a tattered shirt. Two-year-old Vinoth, his eyes wide with confusion and terror, watched as his parents were bound, their cries echoing through the cavernous rice mill in Ponneri. This was not a playground, not a loving home, but a prison forged from debt and despair, a consequence of the advance his parents had taken from the mill owner. The chains that bit into his parents' wrists seemed to bind his own spirit, a chilling premonition of the childhood that would be stolen from him.

For four agonizing years, the rice mill became their world. Vinoth, a mere toddler, witnessed his parents' struggle, their bodies bent under the weight of crushing labour.