TWENTY-ONE years old Namisha (name changed) is rather good looking, well read, intelligent and everything a girl can think of being. One thing that is striking about her is her extra vivacious nature; she is always smiling, always talking and not to forget - a die hard chocolate lover.
But those who closely know Namisha think there is an other side of story. Sometimes she gets extremely quite and lost, with her sad, puffy red eyes she makes people think, who is Namisha? That chirpy and talkative girl or this girl, who is gloomy and terrified.
She might sound normal to many of us and she is normal except she was raped, not once, not twice, not even thrice but Nth times. And that too when she didn’t even know what does rape mean.
“I was six when he first did it," said Namisha and then went on how it all happened. My younger sister had a very serious accident that required constant stay in hospital, my parents used to stay with my sister and leave me with my 18-year-old cousin. For first few days, he was being a very good care taker.
He used to cook me my favourite food, used to get me chocolates, help me with my homework and tell me bed time stories. It was a regular day, after school I went out to play and came back. I noticed that my cousin was not talking to me; I asked him why he is behaving like that. He yelled and asked me to leave him alone. After sometime he came to my room and started touching me with his dirty intentions, it was then he committed his animal act.
It was very painful, I was lost, just didn’t know what to say or do. I just knew whatever happened was too filthy to share with anyone. I decided to keep mum. I stopped talking to him, in fact to everyone. My parents were too busy to notice this change in me.
But this was not the end but just the beginning; he repeated his animal deeds whenever he found me alone. My sister needed frequent visit to hospital, so I used to be left alone with that cousin of mine. He continued molesting me till he left for US for his higher studies. He had gone but not my trauma and pain. I used to think day and night, “What if he comes back? What if he does that again to me? Would my parents scold me if they come to know about it?” Too much for eight years old mind to think about but I couldn’t help it; these thoughts continuously kept bothering me.
But those who closely know Namisha think there is an other side of story. Sometimes she gets extremely quite and lost, with her sad, puffy red eyes she makes people think, who is Namisha? That chirpy and talkative girl or this girl, who is gloomy and terrified.She might sound normal to many of us and she is normal except she was raped, not once, not twice, not even thrice but Nth times. And that too when she didn’t even know what does rape mean.
“I was six when he first did it," said Namisha and then went on how it all happened. My younger sister had a very serious accident that required constant stay in hospital, my parents used to stay with my sister and leave me with my 18-year-old cousin. For first few days, he was being a very good care taker.
He used to cook me my favourite food, used to get me chocolates, help me with my homework and tell me bed time stories. It was a regular day, after school I went out to play and came back. I noticed that my cousin was not talking to me; I asked him why he is behaving like that. He yelled and asked me to leave him alone. After sometime he came to my room and started touching me with his dirty intentions, it was then he committed his animal act.
It was very painful, I was lost, just didn’t know what to say or do. I just knew whatever happened was too filthy to share with anyone. I decided to keep mum. I stopped talking to him, in fact to everyone. My parents were too busy to notice this change in me.But this was not the end but just the beginning; he repeated his animal deeds whenever he found me alone. My sister needed frequent visit to hospital, so I used to be left alone with that cousin of mine. He continued molesting me till he left for US for his higher studies. He had gone but not my trauma and pain. I used to think day and night, “What if he comes back? What if he does that again to me? Would my parents scold me if they come to know about it?” Too much for eight years old mind to think about but I couldn’t help it; these thoughts continuously kept bothering me.
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