The road was familiar. For a year now she walked down the roads, feeling pretty safe. The whole area was familiar.
“Hey, how are you doing today? .Coming back from college?.”
“Hello aunty/Uncle Iam fine. thank you. how are you?.”
Her dogs loved to walk with her. Those roads were their favorites too. She never feared about anything going wrong cause everything was so familiar.
Yesterday was another bright day for her.. She was happy, because she had had a nice day. Her dogs were happy too. Today their friend was taking them for a walk for a while longer. It was 7.30 in the evening. She loved the skies the trees and the mild evening breeze. She & her dogs enjoyed such simple beautiful things that nature offered them.
A scooty passed by This was not unusual. Many vehicles would always pass by. She pulled her dogs on the side. The scooty came back. The guy said something. She looked at him and ignored for she could not properly hear what he said. The scooty came back again. This time she heard what he said, but chose not to respond. It was obscene. she ignored , She was disturbed. but she kept silent.
This did not deter the guy. He kept coming back and everytime she heard many obscene dirty words. She looked around, The road had a few men but all busy in their world. She thought she should scream. Every time the Guy would come more closer.Maybe she would unleash her dogs. She didnt want her dogs to be run over. She was irritated and angry. She looked around again to find a stick or something to make her feel safe. The guy kept coming back. Her constant ignoring seemed to have encouraged the guy. She made up her mind.
The guy came back.. Another row of obscene remarks.. She picked a stone and hit it towards the guy..
” You Pervert B*****D. Dont you dare come back ..”
The stone missed the guy but hit his scooty.He ran for his life.. She took a sigh of relief.. But she wasnt free.
Acid attacks.. Group teasing..Molestation..
These thoughts haunted her now..
( Rahul decided to complete my story..it goes thus…)
He sat on the scooty, feeling pleased with himself. He had gotten away with a narrow escape and yet managed to tease yet another girl.
F***, they weren’t girls. They were sluts. If they wore jeans and body hugging T-shirts, what did they expect? They had it coming.
He drove on, he felt safe. He used to drive on this road every day on his way home. It was an empty road so he was able to accelerate as fast as his beat up old scooty would go. The wind hit his face and it felt wonderful. A rod hit his stomach and it hurt.
A couple of guys had stuck out a rod as he sped by, making him fall down and double up in pain while his scooty fell to a side. This had never happened. Why would these people come to this part of town? To rob? There was no one for a kilometers and the only place where this road led was an area that wasn’t a slum but wasn’t particularly far from becoming one.
These guys were different. They came up to him and hit him again, this time in the crotch.
They were wearing sleeveless T-shirts. Their arms were shaved.
An hour later, he had tears in his eyes. The two guys walked away, talking among themselves.
“Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, going on a scooty fast enough to blow his clothes in the wind. He isn’t a guy, he is a F***ing slut. He had it coming”
Tears flooded his face. He wanted to shout “why me God?” but.. ..
he knew
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