And finally, he was free, free to live his dreams and his life, Free to feel safe and finally, he was happy. He wouldn’t have to sleep with tears in eyes and scars on his soul. He would not just be an object anymore but will be an individual with an identity of his own.His breaths will not be forced and controlled but as pure as he wants. He would no more be scared of the dark. He wouldn’t be frightened by the mere thought of footsteps reaching towards him
They all talked a lot about their security, their rights, feminism, molestation blamed all men for everything happening to her. He watched it all, heard it all yet kept quiet cause if he would have opened his mouth, the world would have made fun of him and laughed. He wrote it down and shared each of his feelings with none but himself.
And finally, when they reported yet another rape case and the victim being murdered thereafter, he didn’t feel bad or dropped a tear, he didn’t feel sorry anymore, he rather smiled for the victim now, was once a molester.Continue Reading..