Too young to understand. Too naive to speak!

Dear Diary, I am trembling as I write to you....again... the emotions I feel, are so strong and indefinite.. I don't know if this is hatred or fear or anger...but I am all consumed. He came after me again.. I tried my best to avoid him … even ensured that I was far away from any place he visited... I thought he has forgotten about me … .but he came...that smug smile on his crooked face...which only meant trouble for me. When I last confronted Maa about what he did to me … . how he touched me... the disgust which lasted a month... she asked me to stay away from him and not react or tell anyone about what  he did.. She never asked me why did I not confide when it had happened ! Instead, "it is useless, " she said to me " Beta, it's a men's world, you'll be the one defamed even if we were to take an action..Doesn't matter if you are as influential as he is or you are merely a housemaid! Yeh sab sirf bolne ki baat h that everyone...

He quit that day. He had been a news reporter for the past thirteen years however the past few months had not been the best ones. The job he took so much pride in, had taken a toll on him. The kind of stuff that he had to report...the loss, the deaths! That day he just couldn't speak when the telecast started. On live television, he just got up and left the studio. Everything haunted him. He felt powerless because he could do nothing to improve the stuff he reported. After storming out of his office building, he went to a nearby café. He sat by the silent corner alone, contemplating what had been bothering him. 'This isn't what I signed up for.' Just the day before, he called someone "Faggy" for wearing a funny dress and all eyes rolled at him as if he were a villain. He was a news reporter by profession but at the end of the day, he was just like you and me. You would call him an asshole for using offensive and derogatory remarks far often but he mean...