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Phobiac

Have you guys ever heard of phobia? Of course you might have. I also have a phobia, a phobia of old man. My parents and relatives always teach me to talk to old people and to respect them. But i don’t even look at them. You might be judging me but it’s truth. And for every fear, there is always something attached to it.

March 19, 2011 – the day of holi. The reason of my fear and the reason why I still remember this day is very terrifying.I was then nine, studying in grade 3. My parents belong to a middle class family, both teachers of a secondary school. My parents had to pay house rent monthly. And I was a little younger daughter of my parents.

Here comes the another character of the story, our neighbour, a family of four. Husband, who worked in foreign, a house wife and two daughters, Samayara and Jaya. Jaya was in grade one and Samayara in grade four then.Now the interesting part comes. My parents, who never permitted us to stay at our friend’s home, were surprisingly convinced by Jaya’s mom to allow me and my sister to stay at her mom’s house as it was holi. We went. When we reached there, I could see an old man who was acting abnormal.

It was Jaya’s grandfather. He had drunk more than enough. His breath would stink when he came closer.It was Thursday. And we all played with different colours. Now it was dusk. Jaya’s mom and other elders had gone to market except that old man. Samayara, Jaya, my sister, me and that man were only at home. Jaya’s grandfather was looking at me like a devil.

Then he was able to take me to his room, shut the door and throw me in his bed. I didn’t say anything as I was told before to keep quiet and not to mind if he would do anything since he was drunk. He slowly came onto me and his right hand approached between my thighs and left one was on my mouth. I didn’t know what was going on. I had no idea what he was doing. But now I can say that was masturbate. He kept on doing for like five minutes and each minute, he would speed up his hand.But all of a sudden, he stopped, got up and took a deep breath. He let me go. I still can’t get why he stopped all of a sudden; why he didn’t insert his penis inside my vagina.Was his mind able to think what he was doing? Or his so-called ‘ humanity ‘ woke up??

Luckily, I was not bleeding but I was in pain. And I was afraid to say this to anyone. Till then, this incident remained with me and him. Nobody knows about this incident, not even my parents. And because of this, I am still afraid of every old man.

PS – It’s such a disgrace to hear of incidents like this happening in our very own society.Please raise your voice against such demons. If not your parents, let at least someone, know about it if you get treated by someone evil and culpable like the one mentioned here. We must make sure the girls and womens in our society are taught on how to fight back and teach such lecherous people a life-long lessonone that they won’t ever forget.

The local-level social organisations should be pro-active in fighting things related to this. They should be the ones to take necessary steps and punish and prosecute such inhumane RASCALS.

— Anonymous Writer


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