I was holding a bunch of books close to my bosom holding it tight. My thick specs were falling from my face. I tried not looking at the either side of the road and focused my full concentration on the road.I walked step by step looking at the cemented road. I was little scared as I am always, but today also I had to reach to the destination- to my Home. I started breathing heavily. I noticed someone following me and I made my steps bigger. It was already late and skies were darker than usual. The winds were blowing heavily, adding more terror than beauty. I felt that those roads were empty .I also felt that someone was following. I felt strange. Was’nt that enough? For the nature that clouds started thundering and my heart collapsed. Something happened and I don’t know what that I started running to make it sooner to Home.But today it looked like distances were getting larger. Nature was playing game but today I was not enjoying it at all!
A droplet of water touched my skin.I was moved.It started raining. Drop by drop it touched my skin and to the scars, I was relieved, somewhere nature was relieving me and somewhere not.But thank god today I reached home safely and I was not bullied like that day.
My mind and my heart was asking me not to step out of home from that day but I did. Because I had to. I can not stop myself from studying. And I cannot change this route of the alleyway.
That day- thinking of it chills my spine, horrifies me more than anything. I took a gasp.
Suddenly I felt somebody touched me and my hands hurt me. I saw scars -red marks, my elbow were scratched.It was paining but hurting more. But I was home on my bed under my blanket looking straight at the walls.
It was all that happened that day when I was coming back from my college. I love studying and my favorite time pass is the libraries, that place is the heart of my college.Yes that place.I can not express how that entry gate relieves me and how that exit gate petrifies.#storyTobecontinued
I am an engineering student but more an author. I love writing stories but that day someone was writing a story for me- a horrifying one and a real one.
It was closing time of the library.I signed off the libray’s booklet, kept hold of my books in my fav pink sling bag, I just made exit to the door smiling(I just hope that was not the reason). I was thinking about how my article is soon going to be published in the op-notched newspaper. I was very happy because I knew it was going to be the first time.And let me tell you I was wearing full sleeve top and long skirt before any judgments on them.
I just walked down the alleyway as usual the same time. A bunch of men were sitting near chai-wala2. I walked ahead, I heard some giggling, some comments, some following and saw some offending looks.And didnt seem drunk.
But that was normal ? Normal to all ladies out there, whether wearing burkha or shorts. And that was normal to a guy eating chowmein or pav bhaji. .The weather was normal. And let me tell you I was wearing full sleeve top and long skirt before any judgments on them.
What was not normal was the very next moment. I was touched somewhere behind.
I turned back astonished.But as we all are taught ignore and escape that was what I too did.
I started moving faster but then he came ahead, Who “he?” Does that matter? There were not one “he” but “they”.
They were 4.I stood quitely when all 4 surrounded me because shouting could have made no sense. I was already scared of moving ahead and thinking of next step that would have happend. What was I thinking?Was I hoping for some Super-hero who will make an entry and help me out? Why was I feeling weak and scared. I stood
Was I hoping for some Super-hero who will make an entry and help me out? Why was I feeling weak and scared.
They were humans, Right not any animal?I
I stood quietly when all 4 surrounded me because shouting could have made no sense. I was already scared of moving ahead and thinking of next step that happens every time when such scenario occurs.
One approached me and pulled my hands saying something very weired and suddenly he squeezed it badly. I tried pulling my hand and asked them to leave me but other 3 joined their gang.They threw me on the road leaving me hurt. Why was I the victim? What have I done to them?I made all efforts I could to run and escape and even shout.
I started shivering and crying before anything more could have happened.
Yes Mamma- I said as I came back to my real world.
I myself have no idea how that day have changed me.