I still remember that day! He asked me to sign for a post my family received. While I was searching for a pen, he offered one out of his pocket. He took me to a corner of our staircase, handed over some papers and said he would give me a chocolate. Little did I see the change in shade of his eyes. That postman "Bhaiyya" was blinded by lust, enough to forget that, what he was going to do at that moment would leave a kid helpless. His hands started crawling on my body, creeping me out at every place he touched. I pleaded him to leave me with tears rolling on my cheeks but his heart was so numb to understand the pain in my eyes. He then started unzipping his pants and tea-bagged me for a couple of minutes, gripping my wrist to ensure I wasn't running away. Within few minutes, he took away my worth, my intimacy and most importantly, my voice. A flood of mixtured emotions, my helplessness in not understanding that toxic foreign touch on my body clouded my heart silencing my tongue from screaming. Gathering up that little courage left in me, I pushed him away from me and ran into my room, hiding behind a door for straight two hours until I understood he left the place. Years passed, but that remained as a nightmare. Regret and self blame followed me everywhere, doubting every person I come across. Growing up with messages like, "SEND BOBS AND VAGENE" were indeed becoming common in 8 out of every 10 girls around me. Is this harassment or sexual terrorism? The main reason behind sharing an incident of my life is that it's not just me alone, but there are so many unheard stories hiding behind shadows of societal pressures, insecurity etc. Among all the people in the world, a highest of 54 percentage of victims of sexual assault are under the age of 30. With each passing day, harassments have taken various forms like Visual, Physical, Mental etc. Living in a society that brushes things under the rug rather than facing them. We can understand how much of an impact it creates when even the most powerful souls hesitate to speak up. Luckily, the modern world has brought up mediums like SHE teams, METOO movements, counselling processes and helplines that are trying to build in courage for people to share their pain. Be it a kid, man, woman or any person should never feel victimized to share their story, because we never know who might need some warmth and light to talk it out. There is always a good day after a bad one! and everyone of us are strong enough to pick ourselves up and move on from things toxic to our well being. Let us all allow positivity to guide us and strengthen us and make us a better person with each passing day.