Shh.. let us talk about it

 

Yday someone has left this comment on my post, still beats me why as unknown but here it is - Unknown commented on "Belated ode to men for women's day"

21 hours ago

First time someone has come out in the open to discuss. Kudos to you

And this got me thinking, I do not think women have not appreciated men in the open! Anyway that's a discussion for another day, this got me thinking about other taboo topics that folks don't talk about.

Let us start with the very obvious one! After all the ME movement, guess I owe to make this priority

My very first incident was when I was 7 or 6? I was a precocious girl and used to talk non-stop. My father ran a surgical business and used to employ young lads. Another important context setting, my father's youngest brother used to live with us and I really used to love my chithapa as we call it. Coming to the actual scene, one of the helpers in my dad's office touched me inappropriately and in all childish innocence, I called out to my uncle and said this guy in touching me! And being a kid, I didn't truly grasp the significance and all I knew was I didn't like it... and if I am being honest, there was no skin crawling at this age just anger! Actual disgust came in later ages...

My uncle literally dragged the guy out of the office, and said he should never enter the office again or come close to me. This actually made me wonder why my calm uncle suddenly got so angry... looking back, I was bold enough to call out such an action but age was on my side and I was too young to feel the shame!

Next incident I can recollect was during a trip to a temple in Kerala (Yes, a temple! Guess that's where my unique fondness of temples come from :)  .. Again I don't remember much apart from I was 10 and someone touched me from behind. I was repulsed and turned out to see that guy smiling at me! And this time I was not angry but ashamed, only that God in the temple knows why!!! And I was taken aback that the perpetrator has the cheek to smile while I being a victim was feeling disgusted at myself? For what? I also remember I never wore that beautiful frock again..

Various incidents later, usually at work where a senior or even a manager just talks to you inappropriately made me think that maybe if I got married all this would stop! And this is coming from someone so strong like me, and somewhere in the subconscious we are made to feel responsible for the atrocities committed by another?

I usually do NOT write of such serious topics, and I always think of my life as sunny and cheerful. This goes to say, there are some dark chapters which one doesn't like to think about for no fault of theirs...

Would end with a note of requesting everyone to be like my uncle who without question and without hesitation kicked a person out of the house based on the faith and love for a little girl...❤