I was eight
When he touched me
The place was crowded
So nobody saw it.

The month was October
The day was Dussehra
I wore my favorite skirt
Of that time.

That skirt was gifted to me
By my mom on my birthday.
It was a short skirt
With beautiful embroidery
And I loved it.
It came with a fancy red top
And I loved it too.

I was so excited to wear it
And see how it goes on me
And yes
I was looking pretty good so I loved my look.

We were ready
So we head for the place
And honestly
That was the most crowded place
That I saw
At that tender age.

I was eight
So my height was not that high
And I was unable to see
And that's what annoyed me
Until I saw a divider
So yeah
I stood on it.
It wasn't very high
But it was enough, I guess.

I was thirsty
So a stranger bought water
For me
And I took it
Because you know, let's not forget
I was only eight at the time.

My family was
Some three steps ahead of me
So both, them and I thought
That I am safe
But that was so not the case,
Thinking that I was safe
Was a big mistake.

That creepy stranger
Who bought me water
Came so near to me.
Now his hands were
Touching my body
Over and over.

First his hands touched my hands
I thought that, it's ok
What's wrong with touching hands
So I thought
That it was ok.

Then his hands
Touched my legs
So many times.
I tried to stop him
But he told me
That it is ok.

I wanted to scream
But I didn't knew
That at a time like this
You have to scream
So I didn't.

His hands were coming
Closer to my skirt
Actually his hands were
Under my skirt.

I hated the way he touched me
It was a feeling of disgust
That I can never forget.

I don't wanna go any further
Because the Dussehra was over
I was relieved that it was over
Because something worst could have happened
If it wasn't over.

From that day
I started hating that dress
Now that skirt
Was no longer beautiful for me.