Marilyn Evans

Crime Others

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Marilyn Evans

Crime Others

Dark Secrets Of Bad Touch

Dark Secrets Of Bad Touch

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Agatha got a bad touchdown while travelling with her father on a local train. She was just 10 years old at that time. 

She initially loved travelling with her father on a local train to his office but today she was not liking it.

Her mother had gone to their native place and Agatha accompanied her dad to the office. It was vacation time and her neighbours had gone to their native place.

 There were none left to take care of the little girl. It had been a week since like a daily routine, she was going with her dad to his office. He never expected this dark secret day in her life.

At this age, she was feeling the bad touch on her back and slowly the dirty hands moving down and down. She knew it was not good while she tried to push the man. 

 Her father was handicapped so Agatha was in a  special compartment, small and suffocating. Agatha felt uneasy. She always hit the hand of the man touching her. She did not know the word-' molestation' at that age but she could feel the bad touch, scarring like a knife. She tried to change her position but this man now started pushing her with his penis. She wanted to yell, what the hell was happening? She could not dare to look back nor anyone watching it protested.

More than half an hour, she bore the torture and soon the train halted at Dadar station...

" Papa, in the connecting train to Mahim, we won't go in the small dirty compartment." Agatha cried.

Her Papa thought she did not know about his struggles. He was a clerk in a handloom house and he can't afford a first-class ticket. Maybe Agatha is fascinated by the cushioned seats. Papa told her that the train tickets for the cushion seats were three times higher. Agatha did not get what Papa wanted to say!

Papa bought her a lime juice while he gently held her hands towards the Western railway. The trains were less crowded and this time Agatha ran towards the ladies compartment. 

" Papa, I will get down at Mahim, I know the place." She said boldly.

Agatha's father allowed her to board the compartment and she got down safely at Mahim station. 

Agatha was disturbed. The chirpy girl was quiet. She entered the office with fear. Her father's colleague asked her to shake her hands, she feared before giving her hand, today. All these uncles were so good till yesterday. She had some inhibitions inside her mind, some strong intuition about getting harmed bothered her mind.

 She distracted her thoughts while she peeped into the bulky computers and the printouts coming out on holed sheets. The sound was irritating to her but she was calm while her father worked in a corner.

The clock struck one. She had eagerly waited for lunchtime.

She was sure that her father would certainly buy some goodies, she was excited. 

She loved the lunchtime time moment with dad as at night they would eat some light meal, cooked by dad and her little helping hands. 

Hailing from a middle-class family, visiting a restaurant was a luxury for Agatha.

 She sat silently sipping her mango juice and looking at the interiors of the small restaurant.

 The man sitting at the opposite table winked at her. She thought of winking back as it happened in her school. She winked back and he licked his own lips. Now she felt it was a bad act. The man slowly put his hands down and did something. He was vibrating and now Agatha wanted to run away, leaving her food on the table.

 Her innocence now turned into sheer fear. What if someone gives her a bad touch?

 She did not know the right words to explain but she could now sense what that all mean...

 Her sweat glands opened up and flowered her forehead with dew like droplets. She was wiping the perspiration while her dad apologized that he can't afford an AC restaurant. 

Agatha never complained about anything, she was always happy with what she had!

This thing she was experiencing was a trauma. She wanted to complain about life for the first time. Not a good day either; she encountered molestation for the first time. 

With whom should she share her plight? She pondered deeply.

Agatha's mom would slap her and won't allow her to go to school, she thought. 

She was not allowed to talk to her cousins, her mom was very strict. A lot of weird thoughts entered her little brain.

She looked out of the window, the birds and nature allowed her to bury the dark secret in her heart. 

She did not have a tab in her generation to play and not even drawing books to kill the passing time.

The day gave her mental tension and at the end of the day, she was glad that she reached home safely with her dad. 

The next day she took a bold decision. Agatha decided to stay home alone and refused to go to dad's office.

 Her dad thought, she must be tired of travelling every day and he decided to lock her home. 

He had cooked a small meal for her and she watched the TV. She played the radio at her home and peeped out of the window. She knew that she needs to act smart. 

She can't put her head out and chat with the people in the opposite building. She was after all locked at her home. She can't reveal to anybody why she did not go to the office with Papa...?

 Tears rolled out from her eyes and wet her cheeks. 

She found herself helpless. How to share what haunted her from inside? She could sleep, play and relax, feel the harmony but her freedom of expression and fear trapped her mindset... The world is not warm as she thought earlier. Indeed not a good place for a girl or a boy. 

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Many years passed and Agatha grew into a beautiful girl. She was happily married to Harry. 

She had faced many trials of silent molestations and the grey secrets were trapped in her heart. Now while playing a truth and dare game with her husband and her well-wisher, she is asked to reveal an unshared secret. She wants to share this dark secret with Harry but she decides not to share. She shares another truth. She had told lies to her parents and had gone on a solo trip. 

She had by now learnt to punch back or give verbal abuses to the molesters. Yet discussing it publicly always was like a dark secret that haunted her forever.


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