I walk all alone, looking down with an expressionless face, towards my school, while suspicious stare of my creator follows me…
Suffocating in this world since 12 years, I always knew something was off about me, I was born a girl…
As I walk towards my school, a drunkard stares at my body from top to bottom while another, a family man, my father's age, deflower me with his stares,
And as I reach close to my school, a bunch of others bump into me, touch me in private areas while those who couldn't get a chance today regretted…
I reach school, still all alone in the crowd of many dressed just like me, and men, my grandfather's age, follow me with their stares until I disappear inside classrooms…
My teacher, who I admire the most, stares at my face & boobs, with lustful eyes, constantly, without any hesitation or guilt, hoping to catch a glimpse of my skin…
At the recess, boys my age pass lewd comments about me, try to pull down my skirt hoping to catch a glimpse in between my thighs…
I walk back home, still all alone, while the stare of many, again, my father's age, follow me until I reach home…
As soon as I enter, my mother asks me, "how was your day honey?"
With disgust & tears in the eyes, with a fist formed to control the anger within, and a little part of heart, which dies inside everyday, I answer, "It was a good mother, how was yours?"
By Rishikesh Pande
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