She was wondering if he was still following her. She tried to hide herrself behind the bushes and took her head a little out to see if she could see his green shirt. She gave a sigh of relief and rushed from there to find any public in place. She found a couple of mothers and kids waiting for probably a school bus. She stood next to them and kept breathing heavily. She was sweating a bit and felt a sharp tinge on her right arm. She saw a deep gash down her elbow to wrist and a line of blood seeping out of it. She asked one of the ladies about the nearest public bus stand. The lady directed her and she left hurriedly from there. She could only relieve herself when she found a seat in a over crowded bus which was least expected. She closed her eyes only to be disturbed by the conductor.
She had left her house to reach office at her usual time and noticed him at the bus stand staring at her. He was always there every day at the same time. She kept looking somewhere else only to be reminded again and again he was trying to come closer to her. Her bus came but as the crowd was a lot she missed it and then noticed there were just four people left. She stood next to the two older men while they chatted candidly about Rahul Gandhi’s campaign. One of the older man suggesting taking the auto which was standing nearby. She kept wishing inside for them to stay and wait little longer,and saw them negotiating with the autorickshaw driver and vrooming away from there. How much faster her heartbeat was running-she was not aware. He came near to her and touched her waist and she tried moving back and she noticed the bus coming again. He was much closer now and touching her bossom and she could see the saliva about to drop from him mouth and the lust ful eyes he had perched on her body. She slapped him hard and ran away from there. The area was secluded and the narrow roads seem like crystal maze to her, he gained velocity and she felt him touching her all over again. He gave her a sharp push and she fell down. Her vision was getting blurred with the tears in the eyes-he tried twisting her arm as if taking revenge for that slap. His heavy hand and the thick bracelet on the wrist pierced deeply inside her arm. She got a slash too but couldn’t feel the pain at that time. She punched him across his face and then kicked him hard and saw him whimper with pain touching his groin area. She moved at the speed of light from there.
She got the change from the conductor and thanked god when she felt some sweat dropping on her injured arm from a man standing next to her seat. She felt icked and quickly cleared it using her dupatta which already had blood marks. The bus was getting crowded at every stand and the driver and conductor thought it was some sort of a magic bus which could accomodate innumerable people. The people were toppling over each other and no girl knew which man was enjoying himself by taking pelasure in touching them. Finally her stop came and she got off and puked.
This post is reflection of what an average Indian girl experiences in public places in any metro.My post here is just painting the picture of Delhi’s famous DTC and Private line buses. It is not Over the top at all- as I myself am a victim of such incidences. I have been the girl who has puked after getting off the bus, I have been the girl who took all her angst out on this guy who follwed her daily by slapping him hard across the cheek and never following the bus route ever again. I have been the girl who has gone to wrong buildings first to mislead the boys about her address. I know there are several others like me. I am happy being away from all the eve teasing sessions in Delhi- the nasty starings and disgusting touchings. I was lucky I travelled very less in buses in Delhi (for only two months) as I went to college by car, but I have heard horrific tales of my friends. I remember storing women’s cell no. in my mobile fully aware that what is the use when the incidence is already taking place. I have been clueless about what to do. I remember getting blank calls and crazy calls from jilted boys totally unaware how they tracked my landline. My mom and bro have scolded a few of them for my sake and I became little bold too. But seriously how safe are we – outside or even inside our own homes?????Heres to you girls- be alarmed Be strong-but please don’t hope these incidences will ever stop! Be cautious at every step.