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I Attended A Wedding In My Childhood That Has Left A Scar On Me Because Of This Trap

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Childhood - the time where a human mind goes through so many changes and advances. It is the most delicate stage in a person's life. Things cultivated at this stage always have a special place in one's mind. I had the most beautiful childhood one can have. There were no reasons for being sad. Life only meant happiness and more happiness. Being a girl was no issue in my family. I was a happy go lucky girl, and quite fun-loving till life happened. Life is not always a chocolate doughnut to munch upon, sometimes you have to try some bitter things. Life always has a few traps ready for you.

Like every other girl, I also fell in the trap. Child abuse. I was about 8 years old. We had a wedding invitation, it was of my mom's best friend’s younger sister.

Being a child, wedding invitations were equivalent to good, delicious and free food. Dressing up in beautiful clothes, we headed towards the venue. It was a grand wedding with a beautiful decoration. Mom went to congratulate the couple. Meanwhile, I was busy with crispy snacks. When I finished, I went to search for the washroom. I found a room and I went inside. There I found a huge man. He was dressed up in a suit and had a heavy beard and moustache. I asked uncle if there is a washroom there. He pointed at the way inside. When I came back, the room's door was closed. I found that the huge man was coming towards me. Every step he took, I gulped down my throat. I didn't know what was happening.

Suddenly, he started touching me. He touched me inappropriately. I must say, I didn't like it. I resisted but he had a lot of power. I shouted, but he shut my mouth.

It went on for 2 minutes. Then, there was a knock at the door. He opened the door and I ran. I ran far and fast, to my mom. She asked me what happened and where I was. I didn't tell her what happened to me. I was scared, scared of everything. I didn't tell the incident to anyone. While on our journey back home, all the time I was staring out the window. I was silent. I didn't speak at all and I was shivering.

When dad asked why I was shivering, I said it's because of the AC. Back home, I went to my room and cried. I cried till I slept. I felt miserable. So many years have passed but the incident still has an imprint on my mind.

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