When it all started- an excerpt

Closed. Cold. Dark. Harsh. My life.                                                                                                

  I grew up in XXXXXX  village fourteen years ago. It is known as the XXXXX village because knowing the name of this village would kill the reputation of it’s already bad-named reputation. Two pieces of information would help you a lot in understanding the main subject of what I am talking about. They are: a. I am a girl, b. I lived in an Indian village where my life was totally traumatised. That information helped a lot for sure. It would only really help if there was a flashback because if I would say anything it would sound stretched, exaggerated and a lie. Only a flashback would work, a flashback 14 years earlier. A flashback...

The room was silent. Silent as though death was playing her little tricks and muffling up the whole room.  A man stood up. His face, if there was a glass mirror that could reflect feelings instead of looks showed pain and anger.  There were three other women and excluding the man, there were two other men. A woman, wearing a thin cotton sari with her hair and a piece of fabric covering her sad eyes looked depressed and under emotional turmoil.  Another man was glaring at her as though she had done something worth murdering her. The third man, older than the others was looking out of the window, into a faraway distance, dissolved into a thinking bowl where he was glued and coming back was hard-like a black hole or the eye of a tornado. The two other women were looking at each other nervously; while one was fidgeting with her ring, the other woman had her hand over the young woman’s shoulder, which could mean that she was either consoling her or she was just doing it to make her feel guilty of whatsoever action she had committed. “Do you have any idea about the situation we are in right now?” asked the old woman, looking at each person, hunting for an approval sign by any individual, praising her intellectual interrogation. No one did. The man who was glaring at that time looked miffed with her very dumb question. “The real question is: What so we have to do now?” Everyone nodded their heads like a springing and jumping toy except for the young woman and the old man. “Let’s just destro-” a voice came from another room. A man, with a coat that a doctor wears looked and was a doctor.  “Please, its  advised that you people must  not take any kind of outrageous action that would land you people in legal trouble. It is our humble reques- well, just remember that I was never a part of this, clear?” And he went out. “Idiot person...”muttered the young woman. “You don’t understand anything that you have done- you three!” said the old man, looking at the man standing up, the old woman and the glaring man. The young woman closed her eyes, paused and patted her stomach. She was pregnant. With a girl. 

It was a problem. What was the problem? Describing it was easy, but getting the main point (the how, when, where, when, why) makes even the person fluent in each and every speech speechless. It looks like a makeup kit without a mirror. Or a person going starting a dream without an ambition. But when things start, the only way of explaining when they started is by starting the sentence and saying that it started right by the start of anything.