" My first question is, why did you let it happen and didn't stop at the first touch?"
" I don't know why, maybe I was too stunned and as a result frozen to react to anything."
" Next question is, why didn't you ask your mother for help as she was sleeping right beside you?"
" What would happen even if I asked for help?"
" What do you mean what would happen, you certainly would have gotten saved, you idiot."
" Do you really believe so? Because I don't."
" But why??"
" The answer is so straight and given, first of all what happened has happened and seeking any help wouldn't make any changes to that. Second, if I told her about this she wouldn't be pampering me or consoling me, she would just frighten me or emotional blackmail me with my safety being at risk and I wouldn't been let to persue my career away from home."
" You are overthinking and being harsh judging her decision which she couldn't even make and you just assumed it."
" She is my mother, I know her well enough to draw such mere conclusions. And for this question I don't want to discuss any further, move on to another."
" Fine. If you didn't tell your mother about it did you share it with anyone else later on?"
" For the next few days or weeks I don't recall exactly but I didn't tell anyone anything about it. But I was desperate to let it out and seek some advice but had no clue to whom to turn to and how to find that opportunity to seek it. One day I got that opportunity when both my parents were out of station and it was only me and my brother at home. When he slept I called one of my then teachers from school from my brother's phone because I didn't have mine yet. At first I did take the phone and decided to confess everything about what happened but when it the time to actually put it in action I was stuck. I couldn't bring myself what to say how to say and most importantly where to begin with. But I musterd up courage and I called him and for the first few seconds I was silent and then he said, " Hello". To which I couldn't respond anything and I didn't wanted to but I started crying. And listening to me cry he asked, " What happend? Tell me child." And I barely made myself stop crying and then I wanted to tell him but wwe fumbling with words and also struggling with proper vocabulary for how will I describe what happened and at first I decided I would tell him everything that happened but I couldn't do that so I just tried to mush it up all in one line and said," When I was traveling in bus with my mother at night somebody tried to take advantage of me." To which he replies," Try to be away from such people and things. Don't meddle yourself into it. And for now just try to forget it and move on." That night listening to these words brought me comfort. But later on after years I realised what he said wasn't something actually appropriate given the situation."