Riding back from my tuition center to my home in bicycle. That road was deserted and most of the kids had two wheeler or picked up by parents . My parents had no clue where I went or what I did . One time a guy came in lightening speed and groped me and rode so fast . I still remember the time when I was standing in the middle of road with zero energy to start my cycle . I will never forget that moment . I didn’t want to share it with my mom since she won’t send me there anymore. I don’t think she even understood all those things . She got married like 15 when she was really young .Being the last kid many times I was left alone to make my own choices . One other incident was a guy blocking my way to store every damn time . I even remember his face and name . He used to block my way and ask me bunch of random questions . I used to complain to my mom and she used to say he was harmless and never took any action . One time he grabbed my hand and pulled into the house . That moment was so scary and I ran away so fast that I felt like almost my heart stopped beating .Finally I found another longer route to go to the store since my mom had no help to get groceries . I used to be chubby pretty girl back then. For lack of words I never dressed up properly . My parents were too much occupied to even understand what was going in my life . This was later When I was working in different state sometimes I have to take bus late night . The area I took bus was filled with ladies standing for pickup . They usually wore bright dresses with full makeup. I have seen young guys come in expensive cars and pick those ladies . It was so scary to even stand in the bus stop . I never want to go back to my life in India before marriage. Luckily my husband’s family have more common sense about women safety than mine . Even writing this makes me feel so scared thinking how I survived those days .