“Hello , I will be there near the juice tree. Maths ke notes leke aana”, shail asked.
“Haan bhai le aungi”, I replied
I put a scarf, tied up my hair and headed to the destination “The Juice Tree”. It was another usual evening. I passed through various shops on the way the tempting gobi manchurian, delicious pasta, the Lassi shop and the hissing sound of freshly cut onions being sprinkled on warm oil; I was barely able to resist my mouth watering urges.
On the way around 88th cross street, there was a temple adjacent to the park where we used to hang out quite often. Everyone went to the temple occasionally other than me. Yes I didn’t. I never believed there was anything like God. What i just knew that existed was humanity and love.
As I was walking, suddenly, there was a power failure. The street lights switched off. In an instant I was enveloped in a peculiar silence and darkness. I kept on walking. Then I heard something. It sounded as if someone was following me. I quickened my steps and could figure out the same behind me. Before I could understand anything, they were there, right in front of me. Two heavily built , tall guys. One of them caught me and the other put cloth in my mouth. They pinned me down to the ground. I tried resisting and asking for help but, in vain. That silence was far beyond my tears. And then I saw someone familiar. Shail it was.
I and shail met the first day in class. In the very first meeting itself, there was an instant connect between us that soon turned into a relation more stronger than a bond created by blood. He was more than my own brother, the only family in the town; “MERA BHAI”. The moment I saw him, I stopped trying myself against them because I knew my bhai was there for me. His presence reassured me that I am not alone. It made me confident that whatever I go through, he will always be there to help me out, to save me. And yes he saved me. Yes he did.
That day was the worst day of my life. That day I was been raped. They didn’t just tear off my dress but my soul. I went numb. It was worst than a nightmare. I saw them through my tears, their evil eyes and the darkness around, filled me with such terror that my mind stopped working and there I lied frozen, like a dead body. But this didn’t break me down. Yes, I was broken. I was been raped mentally and not just physically. The fact that my bhai escaped from the scene making an excuse for help broke me down. I waited for him but he never did came back.
As i told you my bhai saved me. Yes he did. He saved me from the misbelief that there can be relations other than a blood relation, from the misconception that God exists in the form of people around us. Yes,he did kill my belief that humanity still exists. He made me rethink of the perception that there was a superior power above humanity. As for me it was a loss that only I can describe. it was as painful as loosing a part of yourself. The feeling of harassment and abandonment was secondary to the sheer feeling of betrayal.
And this how I was RAPED.