I was 14 years old when I was first sexually assaulted. One early morning while I was travelling in a crowded bus on my way to school, I am sandwiched between a large crowd which included man as well as women but mostly men(laborers), who were on their way to earn their daily wages. Now first of all I’m claustrophobic and the situation in which I was was choking me to death and I was squeezing my way in the front as my stop was about to come. In this process I feel a touch on my chest and I ignore it thinking that it was done by mistake (because the bus was so crowded). It happens again and I don’t know what to do because back then I was very scared to even utter a word in front of anybody unknown let alone fight. When I looked at this man, he gave me a smirk and that frightened me and I got down as soon possible. Trust me, that day I was so disturbed and I couldn’t to get home and inform this to my mom. No sooner the bell rang, I gave out a sigh of relief and rushed home.
I came home crying and told my mother about it. She told me,“I was dreading the day you would face this…”
Every single day single women, young girls, mothers and women from all walks of life are being assaulted, molested, and violated. The streets, public transport, public spaces in particular have become the territory of the hunters. While the ones already hunted down weep in silence or in disdain, the rest fight their way to a basic life with dignity.
Eve-teasing while walking on the street. People ogle nastily at you and pass dirty comments, Catcalls, sexually explicit comments, sexist remarks, groping, leering, stalking. These are so common now-a-days and women find it difficult even to move out of their house. Even if they do move out, they ought to cover themselves in the best way possible not revealing any flesh. If in case you do end up becoming a sexual assault victim, its because your clothes were your consent.
Remember! its not your clothes that needs to be covered, its the eyes of the perverted men, because it a dress not a yes