(2) -shivam :§ A FEMALE NARRATION Here comes the inbox message I was talking about, i would want each and every follwer to read it, guys, I know its quite lengthy, but belive me it is totally worth it, It would be my best post ; more importantly its got a message that all we men need to learn. Here it goes. Just another morning it was, I woke up seeing my boyfriends good morning text, I hurried to the bathroom, did the morning chores , my mom had my breakfast ready, all i can say is this day had so far given me no hint about what it had yet to unfold for me. I thus finally reached the bus stop on time, its been an year now that am using the local bus to reach my college six days a week, in the beggining it seemed a great headache learning names of bus stops, route numbers of busses, keeping money in change, but now its cake walk, and all this has been possible because of Tanmay, my first friend in this city and today my boyfriend, but sadly he wont travel everyday with me now, he is an year older and thus he completed his graduation in flying colors, besides a lover he also is a source inspiration for me. The sight of my bus approaching, cut short my thoughts, Today the bus was unusually crowded I remember whenever this would happen before, Tanmay would take extra care so that no one could feel me in the bus,which he said was a usual scene in local busses, but i never believed him, to me ;he was just over protective, anyways i liked it. Crowded busses has given both of us, one of the most cherished romantic moments, so I undauntedly caught on the bus. There was no place to sit so i got hold of a support and stood. The morning was getting lovely every second :). I was smiling for no reason. Thinking about me and Tanmay has become a habit now . Bus stoped at another stop,more people got in, air got thicker, but my earphones and lovely memories had kept me from any kind of self consciousness, Then another bus stop, more people, heavier crowd, further heat. I had started feeling asthamatic and depleted of energy. I got whimsical to sit, this wasnt happening for the first time, just that now there was no Tanmay who would bellicosely ask people to stand up when I wanted to sit. Today I had to help myself. With this I spotted an empty seat in the rear of the bus, since it was a seat in womens section no male could have taken it, and all the women who were standing were because they had to drop down at an immidiate bus stop, so incidently ; the seat was reserved for me. I began to struggle my way through the crowd till the seat, Excuse me , excuse me , I kept requesting people to give way, I had to jump over aunties veggie bags, shrink behind childrens school bags and even had to push people clandestinely to throw them out of my way. But when I was so close, an aunty emerged from behind the crowd and stole the seat. That was a mood spoiling moment, but when I got my eyes off the seat, and came to be aware of my surroundings, I was shell shocked ! to realize what I had done, to myself. Unwarily I had sandwiched myself between two persons such that I couldnt move, and even worse with a guy exactly behind me, whose front ward was rubbing with my buttocks now. You want to know how i felt ? I felt Like puking. Full of disgust, I felt weak and embecile .I felt help less, I wanted to turn around and beg to that guy to please stop doing it, but then he too wasnt at fault, I had come and struck in front of him.Along with ,it was intimidated, I was almost on the verge of crying, my throat refused to gulp it down, my self esteem too damaged to bear it anymore, this would have continued for about 2 seconds, I guess. But what happened next...was something that changed my beliefs. The guy behind me, realized what was happening, though none else in the rush could, though he could have let it go onn and serve his knavish lust, but he choose to be a MAN instead, as it was impossible for him too to move away, he took pain and TURNED AROUND his back at me, breaking the nauseating contact between his frontal and my buttocks. Only then could i breathe, the gulp in my throat settled with the raising regard for that person. I wanted to tell him, how much his lil action means to me, and how he has elevated my faith in humanity. Before getting off the bus, I turned around to see his face, he was the MOST handsome guy I had never seen. Shivam, alot has been said about rascals who disrespect women and take pride in envading their personnel space without their permission, from this post I want to send out the message that there are good people also, and plus I want the guys to know how a women feels when she is struck in such a situation, for your few moments of roguish pleasure, women could be timidated for their whole lives, had the guy behind me dint behave so ideally, I would have lost the confidence to travel alone for the whole of my life. This is a tribute to that stranger whose mother taught him the right teachings, the stranger to whom BEING A MAN WAS MORE IMPORTANT . Like. Comment . Share. Let the good words spread.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 04:41:47 +0000
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