The Haunted Streets of Our Locality

 

At this point, I have forgotten many things that have happened to me, but there are things I still remember, and I'd like to share. 

When I used to go college, a Man followed me, I do remember his Yellow Helmet specifically, he said something to me, but I didn't quite understood, and I ignored it. I thought maybe I was imagining things. I went to my college on foot, I was in great shape back then. I did see that man again, near my college. But I thought, maybe he had things to do in the market. 

Then again, I was coming back from college, and he was following me again, and said things which I absolutely remember, that felt like sharp knives in my brain, I started shivering when I heard him. He said: "Sit on my di*k". 

It was obvious, I said a lot of things to him, and he hurried and disappeared in one of the streets on his motorbike, and I was shivering all over, due to adrenaline rush. I barely walked to my house that day. After that, I started shrinking myself, and the streets started to haunt me. 

At this point I have forgotten, how many men have touched me, in that very street since I was a child, I hated my locality for the same reason. I always wanted to run away from my home, I even asked my dad to sell our newly built house. But of course, nobody knew why. We girls are not trained to share traumas. Because even when we do, we are told to cover ourselves, or better not leave our houses.

I never saw that man again in my life, but I do know, that this very man is a local, and he has harassed tons of other women. 

The trauma we women go through, on daily basis is beyond imagination. In the days of COVID-19 a man joked. 

"Men are disease, why women fear going out".

Even though I don't like this man, but he did make a great point. 

Peace 

Damsel in Distress.