Unlike the other days I could find the whole city crowded with people who are in a hurry to complete their last minute purchases for the Diwali festival which falls after two days. I came out of my office and took my usual road to bus stand watching crowded streets and the various expressions each and every single person is carrying with them. I could find a mother trying to soothe her son who is crying for some toy but her efforts were in a vein and the little boy won the toy which gave an angry and exasperated look over the mother’s face. I was being a silent spectator over many such incidents on my way and finally after 10 minutes I reached the bus stop where I usually get bus to home.
After 5 minutes wait the bus which I have to get in came to the stop with a halt. There was a huge crowd to get down from the bus and within a minute I was inside the bus with so much of fuss and the bus was once again filled in completely. I have been working for about 8 months and this is the first time I am looking into these buses getting crowded and I thought the festival season has bought so many people come out of their house and the government transportations are making a lot of money.
The bus is unbelievably crowded where I was not even able to turn my head to face the conductor for getting the tickets. Somehow after quiet a struggle I was able to get my ticket and I felt a sigh of relief. I could sense my nostrils inhaling and exhaling hot air which was filled with a mixture of smell with flowers, sweets, sweat and many such. I gasped for an instance and felt slight giddiness due to those smell. But somehow I managed myself not to fall and held the bars above my head firmly.
In every stop though people got down in bulk I could see more people getting in. I felt the cold sweat flowing right from my forehead to my cheeks and slid through my neck and ended up within my dress making my dress wet with every single drop of it. I hate getting sweated completely but I couldn’t help it now.
I felt a kind of chillness striking my body suddenly and before I could understand what was that I was been touched by someone from behind. A hand slowly slid between my legs and before I could react I could find that hand moving from my knee to my thigh slowly but firmly. I sensed that something is not right. At the very instance I was struggling to get free but it wasn’t that easy as the bus was loaded and I was not sure where and who was trying to do this. I hardly had place to turn and see and I was shocked to find a man in the age of 40s sitting in the seat and trying to do such a disgusting thing to a girl of his daughter’s age. When I saw him, he saw me but the next moment he avoided me and went on with his work in moving his hands throughout my leg and I felt like a million earthworms were moving over my body and making me nauseating the very instant.
I decided not to create a scene as I was not interested in letting the people in the whole bus know what a man of my father’s age is doing to me and I was not ready to face the sympathetic eyes which are going to fall over me. I tried my best to make some room for myself within the crown to make myself comfortable for what I am going to do next. I slowly but boldly took my leg and stamped that man’s leg and the next moment he started screaming out of pain. I let out a big sigh of relief. He took his hands and started murmuring something while I stamped his other leg as hard as I can and moved my way towards the steps and stood near the steps. This time I could find that man looking at me angrily and I never cared to give another glance at that rotten piece of shit and turned with a satisfaction of taking my revenge.
There were still 2 more stops to go and I could feel sweat flowing like a falls all over my body and my hands were still trembling and I was not able to get out from what has just happened. While I was lost in my very own world I heard a sudden fuss within the crowd inside the bus and some lady has started abusing and finally that disgusting creature was pulled out of the bus by the conductor. I heard that lady shouting and I felt like she is voicing for me. I felt thankful to her.