Surfing the internet proliferates your knowledge, indeed I am in total agreement with this fact. Since my school days I am thankful to “google” baba to help me in my school projects.
Today something happened to me while surfing, an add popped-up and my entire life drifted to and fro in front of my eyes thinking that doesn’t matter what age I was; I was also a victim of the same, no matter if my hymen wasn’t broken forcefully!
What about a membrane of self-confidence being impaired by acts of others. I wasn’t born in the times of self-confident parents. My parents were always took decision by asking others. In this scenario I never opened my mouth to divulge the truth about my sudden deterioration in behaviour. Suddenly the “kooki” Preet became “meeky” Preet.

You want to know what I saw on internet? It was an image, yes, simply an image, image of clothes put altogether in an exhibition of rape-victims. Rape victims of all ages, from 3 months girl to 75 years old lady’s Boski white Peshawari suit. I kept mum, I recalled all the incidents in my life when I was eve-teased. I was forced-created a doubt about me being a girl!

I suddenly remember my mom asked me to buy DMS milk, in those days when I was just 7 or 8, we used to stand for hours to buy that subsidised milk. My mother realised she has to go to pick my brother from play school, she asked me to buy and come back home. I was happy that she trusted me for my first calculations until the girl going back home dropped the milk that was torn because  someone dragged me from my left arm under the stairs in the scorching summer afternoon. I dropped the milk and ran, as that boy was pulling my skirt down and didn’t let him. I saved myself. Yet I lost a good girl’s tag in front of my mother, she didn’t trust me very soon with any other grocery shopping.

I was in grade 11th and coming back from tuition as I heard some cooing, hain!
I didn’t understand what was it, until my eyes ran from down to up at a man with open zip, dragging it up and down twice and an erected weenie-willie-plonker-the only sign of manhood he had and couldn’t prevent himself from exploiting a small school going girl, by summoning her to touch that vile thing. Of course to me at that ager it was vile sign because I didn’t invite him to have sex party. The only thing that day I could think of was to run. Yes, to run and beat P.T. Usha. I couldn’t but I saved myself again.

Then I was, in college, that day I was travelling by bus, wearing a suit, full sleeved, high neck, I don’t remember that attire as an invitation to any pervert. I was going to teach a school student to earn few extra pennies, but I wanted pennies, but I forgot that I have to travel through people with penises, which has current to set down in a public transport! I catnapped in a bus until I found something was crawling on recently elevated melons. Yes, due to hereditary my busts were late to appear. I was stunned, I could not shout once more. Just that man ran and de-board the bus at next stop. Since then till date I can never doze-off in any public transport at any time of the day, no matter how much I am tired. Even coming back from work.

And these are not it. There are many more events I can recall until one day I broke the silence when I was really wearing a short dress. I was 25, and coming back from a party of a friend. I was approched by a man as musical aeeeee…. Garam laag che…. To which really respond for the first time in my life, to which that man really ran off. Still I don’t say that it should be done. I may be lucky to encountered a pussy who ran off. I read every now and then that such gutsy women are often raped.

All this doesn’t make sense to me just like that image I saw today on internet. It is not age, clothes, colour, which allows rapists to rape!