Here we bring upon the “Devi Bleeds…” initiative.

At a tender age of 10 years, where a child gets their hands on mundane toys [to us, adults], yet a child looks at it with their sparkling eyes in utter awe, as though their eyes never knew to blink. Haha!

The lala world of a kid is to be left to those who aspire to explore it with a flexible soul, not of imposition but, one that is open to adaptations, demanding courage to shatter their sheer existence on the foundations of truth that our brain develops as layers of filters in itself.

With eyes of ever lasting containment, the joy of not knowing tactics of the world, I was kind of curious at everything. I would rather say, it excites me of meeting new people, get to terms with certain behavior standards of people, exchange naive talks of what’s going around and why is everything the way it is. Encompassing this attitude within, yet unmoving towards any strange touch or introduction, I would design few plans in my brain to make it produce a proper definition to “what is life?”

Yes, I was little screwed at a very age, never bothered of any cruel exchanges that I might encounter in my quest to “Life”. But, was I prepared for one?

Nope!

Nobody, would ever be. Now, I would not choose to ask you a question on “would you rather place yourself in my shoes and be prepared for whatsoever happens or would you blame your fate for it?”

I know for a fact, that no human in a transition period ever get to have a one on one with the evil, darker realm of the inhumane.

Reverting to the day of horror, it was a sweet, heartwarming twilight when a girl came out with her mother and her aunt, not exactly acquainted with the purpose of hanging around in the city, in an auto [a common vehicle of public transport in India]. She would wander in the breeze that touched her hair, as if her mother caressed her, with immense love, in a way showing a protective attitude to make child feel secure. The girl would look out for things seeming strange, the vehicles honking, disappearing of the smoke from the vehicles that merged into the sky eventually, people dealing things with a piece of paper called “money”, the road under the vehicle that ran behind as the auto drove forward. All these trapped the mind of the child. She would create a world for herself with what was served to her.

As she was lost in her thoughts, in a strange place where the auto took her, the vehicle stopped at a spot as insisted by her mother and aunt. Asking the girl not to leave or get down of the auto, the mother left the girl in the auto along with the driver inside. The kid agreed! Having no job that paid her in return of the time she has for life to happen, time to spend on self growth, time for family, friends, to build bonds of great value and to curate life, she also had no broken heart to go back to the days of ecstasy while she was with him, and no deep meanings to the core existence of every being and every event, she decided to look out of the rear window of the auto, which usually was covered with a black sheet of transparent plastic in the middle, could be moved on choice. The kid pondering on her thoughts, going back to the very same questions on every subtle feature of the world. Drowning in her lala land, she didn’t notice a man walk up to her.

She being a kid, waved at the stranger, nodded to his questions, smiled with innocent eyes full of joy to have met someone just like her elder brother, elder as in age not mindset as she would discover this a few years later and one day decides to write this one up, under an initiative. never doubted to have the stranger being a

Then, she saw this man trying to get his hands to the inner side of the auto’s backseat from where the girl was interacting with him. The girl accepted this as a kind gesture of handshake. But this was not just it, the man tried to feel the tiny necklace around the girl’s neck, that ended up at her heart. Assuming the man is fascinated by the necklace her, she remained quiet, which was assumed as an affirmation by the man. In no time, the man touched the girl where the necklace ended. He felt her body and took complete pleasure on doing so, to a kid who knew nothing of her own body. Later, the man backed off, in fear of people noticing him or could be just an excuse after him filling his heart with pleasure derived from a kid!

It took me years to process this. It gives me chills as I put this down here and frame it in my head to expel all that I gulped all these years. Have had nightmare and insecurities associated with this. I would never let any man come closer, a friend, a relative, a colleague, or any man getting into the lift, or a man just with an intent to pass by. I still get uncomfortable to take lifts boarded by even a single man. Not that it frightens me or scares me, it doesn’t anymore, thanks to my acharya for showing mw way to my ishta [Devi], who cured every minute wound of mine.

It’s just that, it still is a scar left unaddressed by the world!

Nevertheless, I never mentioned what she [I] was wearing, or did her parent ever taught her good and bad touch, or it was a lonely street or the main street, or she ever had the courage to take it to her parent after realizing it another 5-6 yrs later.

Never! Not even this day!

However, it doesn’t really matter. Does it?

What was I wearing? Was I chubby? Was I cute and tempting? Was I exposing my self? Why was I left alone with a driver? Twilight to be blamed? Or was it a lonely street? Should my parent teach me about my body at an age where i would not even make out the outcomes of the sexual aspects of my body?

I would leave this to those who also have encouraged these thoughts or acts as evil or worse than this…

With that being said, yes, I would agree to an extant of parents not teaching their kids all these. But that doesn’t make a kid a public property, not anyone for that matter!