I and my elder sister went to shopping last evening in a posh market, which supposed to attract the high gentry. After purchasing our required items, we started looking for a taxi. After five minutes, a cab stopped in front of us. My sister went ahead, bended, and asked from the driver about the fare to our destination. While she was arguing with him, a man of middle age strolled past her, and as he was passing he rammed his hand in the bottom of my sister with full force and ran away. My sister screamed and in the same bended posture fell to the ground. I ran to her, put her into the cab, and just got the hell of out of there full of shame, fury and tears.
This is was not the first time I saw this happened. I myself have experienced such nasty thing multiple times while going to college or market or while walking in the park. Just two months ago, I was in a fun fair in a park in the evening. I was walking from stall to stall, window shopping and enjoying myself. I stopped at the stall of bangles, which was crowded by other females. I was just turning after watching what the rush was about, when someone pulled upon the straps of my undergarments with mighty force, and dumb-founded when I turned I saw no one in sight.
Some years back, when I was studying in the college, our class went on picnic. When we reached there, groups of girls separated and I with my five or six mates went in one directions. Not more than five minutes later, we were surrounded by some 10 to 12 boys, who first invited us with them and upon our stern refusal and anger, they just attacked us. They pinched and spanked us on breasts, hips and where ever they could lay their dirty hands on. We screamed in terror and tried to break away, and fortunately our screamed were heard by other girls and teachers, and as soon as those animals heard others coming, they vanished. I still have those scars on my body and on my soul.
Last year, I went to another city to attend a wedding ceremony. After the wedding I stayed on for two more days to meet and greet the olden friends. On a quite evening, I and one of my friend were taking a walk in front of our house after dinner. As we were walking, two boys on bike came out of nowhere, stopped besides us, one of them embraced my friend while sitting on the back of bike and forcefully kissed and groped her. I and she screamed and tried to breakaway from the dastard. They both went laughing after one minute.
I bet that every girl has a story or stories like this to tell. But she in our society keeps it to just herself. Whom to tell, and what would be the gain? That is how we are living this life. We cannot tell this to our fathers and brothers, and we cannot fight back. If we speak against it, we are called as sluts and shameless. What do we do? Keeping getting pinched, spanked and groped?
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