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The summer this year is outrageous but the summer vacation we got is very minimal and I felt like my holidays completed so quick. I started my way back to Hyderabad again.

 I reached Hyderabad and took the bus to go to the place I live. It nearly takes two hours to reach my college hostel from the railway station. AS it is early in the morning, buses are not crowded much, and I found a place to sit. The morning city looks so peaceful, and it looks so beautiful with sunlight added.

After some time, the bus started rushing with all the 9’o’ clock employes and students. The bus halted at a bus stop and an old man got into the bus. I don’t feel tired and not have much luggage carrying, I offered my seat to him. At first, he refused but later agreed to take. After some time, the person beside him got down the bus and then that Oldman moved to that seat and asked me to take mine. I sat and kept my pods back and listening to my Spotify playlist.

That Oldman is carrying a newspaper rolled up in his hand. To my dismay, he is trying to touch me with his Newpaper on me thigs out of nowhere. At first, I didn’t mind it much but later felt uncomfortable and then I moved that paper aside and told him about it, he then pulled that newspaper away. I felt little awkward and weird but didn’t judge or doubt that old man in anyway with respect to his age.

After some time, he started touching me with his hand. I looked at him in anger, he then took his hand back and turned away. My eyes felt teary, and my heart felt heavy and my brain pushing me to yell at him with rage. Immediately in the next stop he got down from the bus.

I felt numb, no one would expect an Oldman would behave in such a way with girl of his granddaughter age. This kind of incidents are constantly reminding girls that they are safe nowhere. There are always hundreds of eyes staring at you, thousands of hands wanting to touch you and those eyes and hands don’t care a damn of your age, situation and neither theirs. You are always surrounded and be ready to face it and handle it no matter where you are.

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  1. Anonymous5 April 2024 at 08:11

    I appreciate your courage for publishing this

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