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I am going to tell you a story. A short story. A terrible one. It might be me. It might not be. I did not know him. I did not know anybody around. It was a new class. He sat behind me. The lecture commenced. He touched my back. Accidentally, I assumed. I forgave him in my mind. And I did not turn back. Another time. Must be accidental, again. Forgivance granted. Turned back? Haha no. Thrice? Four times in a row? I could have turned back and glared. I did not. I ignored him. I hate myself for that. Suddenly I felt a hand in my top. I was shocked. I panicked within. But put on a calm front. And did not turn back. I ignored him again. I hate myself more, for that. His hand Reached my right breast. I have no clue how. I felt as though I was dead already. Strangely The people around us were oblivious; Of the heinous crime in procession. He very casually lingered about. And very casually pulled his hand back. All content. I ignored him, hahah. Did not turn back, still. I so hate myself for that. This might seem insignificant to one. A matter too trifling to controvert about. But it was not. For me. The lecture ended. Later on?   A meek complain, I did. But it was as ignored. As his malice was by me. But on much persistence and support. I stood up again. I did not resist his advances then, yes. That was bad. But understand, One cannot. But I finally gathered some courage. To stand up against it. Against him. He was a ***** hahah. Inbox-ed me an apology on Facebook! Had a 'sorry' been a solution, This would have been a perfect world. But it is not. I had a proof now Though. Of his evil deed. Thanks to Facebook. The screenshot was shown, And punished was he. I had never felt so happy! Third of August. Twenty-thirteen. It has been a year. I overcame my apprehensions, The miseries, the horrors. To be the happy me. That I now am. I still regret not having taken a stand. At the very moment I was supposed to. Sigh.
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
anjali-mishra
That touch.
I am going to tell you a story. A short story. A terrible one. It might be me. It might not be. I did not know him. I did not know anybody around. It was a new class. He sat behind me. The lecture commenced. He touched my back. Accidentally, I assumed. I forgave him in my mind. And I did not turn back. Another time. Must be accidental, again. Forgivance granted. Turned back? Haha no. Thrice? Four times in a row? I could have turned back and glared. I did not. I ignored him. I hate myself for that. Suddenly I felt a hand in my top. I was shocked. I panicked within. But put on a calm front. And did not turn back. I ignored him again. I hate myself more, for that. His hand Reached my right breast. I have no clue how. I felt as though I was dead already. Strangely The people around us were oblivious; Of the heinous crime in procession. He very casually lingered about. And very casually pulled his hand back. All content. I ignored him, hahah. Did not turn back, still. I so hate myself for that. This might seem insignificant to one. A matter too trifling to controvert about. But it was not. For me. The lecture ended. Later on?   A meek complain, I did. But it was as ignored. As his malice was by me. But on much persistence and support. I stood up again. I did not resist his advances then, yes. That was bad. But understand, One cannot. But I finally gathered some courage. To stand up against it. Against him. He was a ***** hahah. Inbox-ed me an apology on Facebook! Had a 'sorry' been a solution, This would have been a perfect world. But it is not. I had a proof now Though. Of his evil deed. Thanks to Facebook. The screenshot was shown, And punished was he. I had never felt so happy! Third of August. Twenty-thirteen. It has been a year. I overcame my apprehensions, The miseries, the horrors. To be the happy me. That I now am. I still regret not having taken a stand. At the very moment I was supposed to. Sigh.
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Every question has no answer And before we ask a question Their never been an answer I plea, Never ask for everything Notwithstanding, Ask a question that matter In the lives of most people Don't ever say never To such doubt And mega controvert Despite, Challenge the existing body of knowledge Anywhere, anytime Even if when you have little time.
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
biniam-z-demoz
Make the Difference
Every question has no answer And before we ask a question Their never been an answer I plea, Never ask for everything Notwithstanding, Ask a question that matter In the lives of most people Don't ever say never To such doubt And mega controvert Despite, Challenge the existing body of knowledge Anywhere, anytime Even if when you have little time.
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