I go through immense psychological pressure waiting this way.
Without any answers.
I don’t know why I’m being kept in the dark.
It’s summer now.
But I can’t wear shorts.
Because if I wear shorts and step out of the bedroom door.
Father will ogle at my body like a ruthless vulture.
And I will start feeling suicidal.
He just doesn’t stop.
No matter how many times I say it.
How many ways I say it.
How much I scream, shout, cry and beg.
Even if I say it in front of the world regularly.
He will find excuses to look at my body.
So I continue to wear pants even when the weather is hot.
I don’t understand how the whole world is reading this regularly and choosing to stay quiet.
rachana rajan <3 