He first time I was eve-teased, I was barely 7 years old. I was riding my bike when a guy bumped into me accidently, at least that’s what I thought. He then jumped at me and tried putting his hand inside my top. I was startled. Not knowing how to react, I ran back home as fast as I could.
Being the youngest and most pampered in the family, I couldn’t grasp what and why it happened. I did not reveal the details to anyone as I didn’t want to tint the image of my childhood in front of my family. I wanted to be their little girl always. I didn’t want them to think that I was growing up and needed protection. The incident, however, scarred my mind.Naturally, I started hating my physical developments and didn’t want to look good stepping out of the house in unknown territories. Afraid of falling prey to another incident, I started to aggressively repel any idea of vacations or travel in public transport. A stare, a whistle, a pretentious casual touch, a humming number or lewd remarks, they all started to freak me out to no limits. I surely gave my parents a tough time. Thankfully, I went to a convent school, so it wasn’t tough staying away from men at school.