It was 10:45pm on a cold Wednesday night. I was walking on a lonely street a few blocks near my house. Two guys appear out of nowhere in front of me and one of them hugs me from behind. He starts groping. Then one of his hands go down to my back and he starts rubbing the back of my thighs. His mouth is close to my cheeks. I resist. I try to scream for help but he puts his other hand on my neck and snigers. "Ooooh! We have got a fighter here." The other man howls. He starts touching me everywhere but I still resist. "The more you resist just turns me on, love" he says and gives out a maniacal laughter. "She looks so hot even in a Salwaar, ha! " says the other one. Who will they blame now? They can't say I enticed them with short clothes. They can't say I was drunk. Who will they blame now? All this stuff happens and I regret one of my male colleague's offer to accompany me home. Maybe he has plans too. Can't trust anyone. The man kisses me on my cheek. And I know that pretty soon he would go for my lips. When will this end? When it does, what do I say at home? Do I say anything at all? They will forbid me from going anywhere out. I don't want to be in chains. I stop resisting. I let him do whatever he wants to. Maybe he will just leave me. Suddenly, I hear a thwack! The man loses his grip on me and falls down. The other guy starts his bike and gets ready to move. The man molesting me is hit multiple times and out runs his attackers and boards the bike. And they speed away. I see my savior. A 15 year old boy with a hockey stick. "Get up, sister!", he says, "I'll take you home". It was men who did this to me. It was a boy who saved me. What to do when stuff like this happens? How can I trust someone? Whatever happened, it changed my outlook towards life. It's unpredictable. Maybe one day, we will be safe. Safe from the masked monsters walking in this city. Safe from the sex-craved bastards. Safe from the misogynistic politicians. Safe from men. Until then we have to take care of ourselves. We have to be our 15 year old boy with a hockey stick. We have to defend ourselves. Only us. Written by - Revanth #trynewwritings #creativewriting #stopmolestation
