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His eyes raped.

Lately, Mayuri is the most convenient conveyance from the Metro Station to where I stay as a paying guest. They are Eco-friendly, battery autos which can be comfortably shared by four people. But you rarely get to see less than 6.

So today, lazy as ever, I came out of the station. Welcomed, as always, by the Rickshaw riders who are pretty inquisitive to know if I wish to go to Srcc or Stephens! *Sigh* Well, I ignored and looked for a Mayuri. There were three, all empty. I sat in one, behind the driver seat and waited for it to fill up. I was patient and this is shocking. Maybe, because I was drowsy. A girl walked towards the Mayuri. She was pretty, wore a red shirt, neat eyeliner. Overall, she was attractive. And yes, I love observing girls. She sat in front of me. Then came a guy who sat next to the driver. Then a man with his son, probably, who seemed about four years old. The man sat next to the girl and his son sat next to me. I hope it's clear because it should be.



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'Hum amne-samne baithe hain ya saath-saath?' The man asked his son.
'Umm...amne samne' His son replied.

It was cute. Then the man asked me to exchange places with him. He, as I assumed, wanted to sit next to his son.

'Ye Delhi University hai. Yaha colleges hai'
'Hum yaha pehle bhi aye hai na?'

The father-son conversation cum explanation went on. I was busy with my phone. I looked up and the man was observing the girl sitting next to me. She was an eye-catcher, yes. The second time I looked, his eyes were on her. The third, the fourth...Enough, please? His son, I saw, was busy singing an inaudible song, swinging his head. Pity. So the man's eyes were now staring her feet. Gradually they come up, observing every part of her body precisely. When they met mine, he looked the other way without any sign of shame. My eyes were full of rage. I was regretting for not understanding his intentions. Why did I get up? I gave him a chance to virtually measure the size of the girls' bra. The girl was busy with her phone and his eyes moved in the direction of her fingers as if controlled by any remote. Why wasn't I getting up now? Maybe, this wasn't happening with that girl for the first time. Maybe she didn't care. Maybe she thought ignoring was the best option. I looked at the girl and the man was unnoticed to her eyes or that was a deliberate attempt.

For those 15 minutes, that married man had not only mentally undressed the girl but also had fantasized his wildest desires, his eyes said that. Seeing him staring her face,  her open shirt buttons, I was burning inside and a pool of questions irritated me_If he was divorced or his wife didn't satisfy his sexual needs but but this does not give him any right to rape the girl with his eyes. Did I tell you his son was sitting just next to him?

The auto stopped. Everybody except the man and his son, got down. I paid the driver, so did the girl. We both crossed the road together.

'Excuse me? I'm Sorry. I never thought he had bad intentions. I shouldn't have exchanged seats with him. That pervert. He made you feel so uncomfortable. Heartfelt apologies.'
These lines remain unsaid...

She disappeared in the crowd.







Comments

  1. Rakshit23 October 2013 at 05:21

    Your views are justified but u just can't stop anyone from doing that coz u never know, what the other person is really doing! It's your perception! Anyways I loved that Mayuri pic, LoL! :D

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    1. I Express23 October 2013 at 13:56

      You mean a guy is staring a girl 'That' way and I really need to re-think what his intentions are? No-no.
      That pic was for a clear explanation. ;p

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  2. Parth Sathoo13 November 2013 at 02:53

    Amazing. Got me hooked from the beginning. North campus is full of such pervs. you just cant help it. But I really liked your stuff :)

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  3. Unknown9 December 2013 at 12:54

    the best way is to stare back. trust me...it works.

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  4. I Express12 December 2013 at 02:15

    True. Everyone cannot do it though :(

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