My insides were churned. Screaming for food. My eyes were waiting to close for sometime. My energy was totally exhausted and I was roaming around like a zombie. An entire day was spent writing record and the night working for a belief. Mom screamed to eat and leave but I was in a rush. If these weren’t enough, few friends dropped a few more troubles. Everything done, I was ready to leave home and a stream of happiness flowed in. A sigh of relief from within.
Walking down the street with no other thoughts than reaching home and filling up with mom’s delicious food and some rest after a long day. An elderly man bumped on me with strategically placing his palm on my cleavage. He apologized. I forgave. It was something around 5.45pm. Not much dark though. As I was making myself believe that it was a mere accident, again, I felt another thud on my back. This time it was a shoulder of someone who didn’t bother to apologize and walked away.
Another day if this would happen, I would fight or atleast moved away from their paths. Yesterday, was just not that another day. I could do nothing, all my energy was sucked into black hole. A five minute walk it is from university to home, it felt forever yesterday. I just wanted to come home and crash on bed and sleep and forget everything. Sleep helps. It helped by etching that moment in my memory.
And here I am today, feeling pathetic, feeling impotent of anything worthy and regretting yesterday. I should have done something or atleast made my stance. But what? He apologized for his mistake of touching my cleavage, “unintentionally.”