Story53

Years ago I lived at my granny’s home. Since my parents live abroad, I had no choice. My aunt’s husband used to sexually assault me, I tried to tell my relatives but they did not trust me. I grew old and moved to Delhi. I’ll never visit that place again till my death! I live alone here and too cautious to let anyone do it again. But I wish I could protect myself back then as well.

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#Story52

I was in 3rd Standard and lived in a Hostel. My friend’s father used to visit us, made me sit on his laps and embraced me. Embraced my entire body. I didn’t know then why he did it but I could surely sense something was wrong. I’m 20 today but I still feel disgusted about it.

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#Story51

I am just a mouthpiece to the story of this brave survivor. “For years I was tortured where I worked as a maid. Every day I was stripped and raped even beaten suiting the whims of the landlord. I started working at a house at the age of twenty-two after leaving my husband who was a tippler. To meet the ends and support my family I worked as a full time maid at my landlord’s house. After his wife left for office, he once approached me with money. On refusing he showed my nude pictures on his cell phone and threatened me to turn me out of the house and society, labelling me as a prostitute. In fear I succumbed to his interests and every single day I was raped, stripped and was even made to walk around the house naked. He offered me money from time to time but I kept refusing. I broke my silence when he asked me to bring my sixteen year old daughter once so that he could find a job for her. Disgusted and angry I left the job and house. The fear of losing my dignity in the society left me at the mercy of a vicious monster. ”

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I ran as hard as I could, hoping that I’d make that train on the Inderlok platform before the doors closed. There was another girl who had just gotten off from that train & was rushing to get to the other platform. Accidentally we bumped into each other really hard & and I grabbed her arm instantly so that she didn’t fall or hit the pole and hurt herself. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting her to thank me or anything but… “Tameez nhi hai? Dekh ke nhi chala jata? Bloody cheapos!” Well that was surely uncalled for. Thank god for sending an elderly man as my angel who convinced her that I was actually trying to help and my intentions were ‘not bad’ I escaped that unfortunate situation. Girls, not all men are the same so it would help the society if you broadened your thinking & perspective.

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#Story49

I was going to my house from my school when I sensed a couple of guys right on my tracks. At first I thought it was a mere coincidence but when after 2km of walking around, they were behind me in my local market as well, that’s when I got scared & called up my elder brother. I remember him saying, “Dont think. Just run” & somehow get to a place nearby where my brother was going to get his car ASAP. At this time I was running as fast as I could & was breathing heavily too. I could hear those guys running behind me and saying offensive slurs. Thankfully, I got there and my brother was waiting there for me. I got in the car and we zoomed off as fast as possible. Today, every now & then I wonder when will this nation change to be worthy of the name ‘sone Ki chidiya’.

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I was at Ashok Park Metro Station, when I saw a girl, probably in her college years being bothered by a ‘romeo’. I didn’t hesitate even a bit to go over to her & ask her about what was up. She disapproved of all his actions, said that she didn’t even know him and that the guy had been following her for the last half hour. This conversation caught the attention of another guy standing right next to us and so he intervened and offered to escort her to the front of the platform. While this happened, Mr. Romeo had now started abusing me and bhaiya. We tried ignoring him to the best of our abilities & the three of us started walking. It was then that Romeo tried to nudge bhaiya aside and gave him a hard push. This was our saturation point as we had had a pretty intense argument with Romeo all this while and quite frankly we were really agitated. But still, we kept our calm and kept walking though I was expecting that bhaiya would have punched him smack in his face when he pushed him. Next, he hit me with his elbow on my head and THAT.WAS.IT. I turned and without giving it even the slightest thought had a swing right at his face. He was left stunned from the blow whereas I realized that he was surely going to retaliate next. But that never happened as the security guards, bhaiya and the public got hold of him and the next thing we knew was that he was being escorted off the station…dragged rather. Moral of the story… No matter if you’re scared or if you’re unaware of the consequences, just be daring enough to follow your gut feeling and do the right thing! It might even end up saving someone from.. Well, something bad. Be the change you want to see around you. Cheers guys!

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I have seen a lot of faces cringe at the very thought of traveling in a DTC bus and they have given me a truckload advice for the same. But even after 2 years of traveling via bus I have not been able to use a single advice given to me before. But one day when i got off from that bus one decent looking person followed me. He started the conversation by asking about the route and later on he confessed to me that he had taken that bus instead of his car only for getting a chance to talk to me and of how he thought that he should atleast try and take a step. Although he asked for my name and number but being a little wary of strangers I didnt tell him any of those. Nor did he ask for it again. He gave me his number and I took it. At that point I took it for the sake of ending the conversation. And now when people tell me that you should have ignored him completely, I feel sorry for them. With the decency that he showed me not only while asking for my name but even afterwards by not pestering me for my name and number or simply by following me again, I think he deserved an answer and I am glad that i did not just blindly move along my way.

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