I Can't Shut My Mouth Anymore

         I Can't Shut My Mouth Anymore

On that day I was going home alone from the bus. Sumit, my boyfriend used to travel with me every day but today his health was not good. So I was going home alone.

 It was like a common day. All were quietly sitting in the bus and I sat on a women’s reserves seat as usual. When I went to the conductor to pick up the ticket, he looked at me and gave me a dirty smile. I felt a bit weird but I followed the same way as usual, which was taught by my parents since childhood. He did not take money from me on the ticket. When I moved forward to take the ticket, he touched my hand and gave me a ticket. I had to drink the anger. And I went quietly and sat on my seat.

It takes me 1 hour to go home by bus. I usually start listening to songs to ignore things. So I took my hands-free from my bag and started listening to songs. Suddenly I felt someone sitting next to me but I did not look back. I was looking at the window comfortably. Because I thought some girl would have been sitting there. I was lost in those songs sudden, I felt someone touched my right foot. I immediately turned back and I saw a middle-aged man sitting next to me. I looked back and saw that all the seats were occupied. I thought that there is no point in this, probably he wouldn't have got any seat and he sat here only. So, I started looking at the window again. After 2-3 stops, a lot of people got off the bus.

I suddenly felt like someone touched the legs again I turned back. This time I saw that the man was intentionally to touch my feet with his feet. When I made my foot side, he started to kneel on my knees with hands. And looking at me smiled. I wanted to say something but did not speak It felt like a worm went inside me and shut me up. What would I do... Then I thought it would be better to get out of here.

I got up from there and started sitting at the back seat. The conductor came there and asked me what happened? I said nothing. I just have to sit here. The conductor placed his hands on my shoulder and slowly turned his hand around. At that time it was felt that in which world the parents were and how they tolerated so much. If you tolerated yourself, why didn’t you teach me at least I would have the courage to fight. What do I do now? Is this what happens with a girl when no man is with her for her safety? My anger was getting high and I was no longer able to stand up. I removed his hand from my back and hit him with a slap. All the people stood up suddenly and started watching me with a suspicious eye. That middle-aged man who was sitting beside me got off to this stand. I got into thinking that whose voice is louder... was I louder when I slapped him or was I louder when I was screaming from inside?

You decide.