Trigger warning

To this day, I remember that day so vividly

It was a warm summer evening

I was at my garden, playing hide-and-seek

I was 11

rushing towards the stairs

to hide somewhere around the corridor

in the first floor.

In a second or two,

my eyes met a man standing outside my house

it was a short lane

he had a black jacket in his hand

with his eyes as old as my dad’s

he was constantly passing me a smile

a wide smile, to be precise

And before I could even process anything in my mind

His hands touched that part

that defines him as a “man”

and he masturbated

in front of my eyes.

I started shivering and sweating

I was so scared that I couldn’t utter a word

I felt my body getting frizzed

And I don’t know for how long

I saw him holding his thing.

To a 11-year old,

it made me feel sick

and nasty

and that scene stayed within me for months

I dreaded myself for watching him.

the saddest part of all is,

12 years have passed by

And I still hear and read such cases

And all I can do it

Sit spellbound

and shed a tear or two,

And I hate to admit it

but it makes me feel

“everything is still the same.”

Picture Credits: Pinterest