Skip to main content

HER-2

 




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.

Comments

  1. Anonymous5 April 2024 at 08:11

    I appreciate your courage for publishing this

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Life in Metro

As usual, I was running late to the office. I booked a Rapido and started my way to the metro station. I paid the driver while reaching the station, jumped off, and ran inside without even thanking him. On the platform, the display showed just one minute for the metro’s arrival. I stood in line, pulled my headphones from my bag, connected them to my phone, and opened Spotify. The metro arrived, and the only good thing so far was that I found a seat. In the rush hour, that’s a rare win. My journey takes about 45 minutes every day, and getting a seat feels almost like a prize. Music played in my ears as I scrolled through my phone. My feet tapped anxiously — I was running late, and my mind was already occupied with the presentation I had to give at the office. Suddenly, the music stopped. At first, I thought it was a Bluetooth issue, so I reconnected. But nothing. Then I checked my phone — no balance left. I needed to recharge. *Perfect.* Another reminder that today wasn’t my day. I took...
10 comments
Read more

One of the Viable Options": The Hardest Rejection I Never Got

 *November 27th**—Vikram’s birthday. This morning, I drafted a "happy birthday" text, but I didn't send it. We met as kids at a family gathering. Our childhood was fun; every time we met, it was a blast. We used to see each other at every family event. After a few years, we became serious about our academics, and our paths diverged. Somehow, we lost touch, our worlds became different, and we both moved to separate cities. I can say we may have completely forgotten each other. Years later, in 2020, the world stood still. Everyone was unsure about what tomorrow would bring, and we all started looking backward. Life was stuck; it was hard to imagine living without social media scrolling. I know the lockdown and the virus changed many lives in different ways. It took lives, created distance between some people, and gave second chances to many others who were looking for them. It cast its own strange spell on all of us. One day, while I was mindlessly scrolling through Instagr...
Post a Comment
Read more

SUPER MOM

  I’m here to share the deepest secret of my life. This world does not deserve a woman like my mother, who is beautiful and innocent. This world has given her only pain and sorrow.   My grandmother told me, when my mother was born she is charming and really beautiful and her gracious smile attracted everyone. Both my grandparents are very much happy to have her. When she was three-year-old, it was found that she is mentally ill. My grandparents have shattered out. They were so deeply hurt and cried their heart out but they never abandoned her and they have started looking after her even more carefully. All the other kids didn’t allow her to play with them. She was not allowed to join any school. Everyone teased her by calling her mental, psych, etc. Everyone has their way to hurt her. She was never out of the house, she used to stay around my grandparents. She doesn’t know anyone else. years passed like that. Gradually my grandfather's health got worse and he is admitt...
2 comments
Read more