Four Sisters

 Burned Hand

It happened in a bus. 

He placed  his hand casually on my back. 

My friends, towards my left ...

His friends, in front of me ...

All eyes roamed around me and 

His hand on my back. 

I was silent.

I looked at him, still silent. 

His hand got etched into my soul and I 

Could feel the burn even today.

 

 

Gentleman

It happened in a neighbor's house.
I was learning to read. 

He was in college, exploring new things. 

His curiosity was so endless that
He wanted to know 

Whether big hands and small hands can hold him the same. 

Whether small hands are much fun, soft and innocent. 

Whether small vaginas are same as big ones. 

I remember telling him, that my vagina smells bad,

And so not to touch. 

He obeyed. 

What a gentleman. 

Rainbow 

It happened on a road. 

I was walking, thinking about why the 

Rainbow was colored. 

I was wearing a bright yellow churidhar. 

He was a biker, coming opposite to me. 

He had a dull life so much that he was wearing faded brown shirt. 

When we crossed paths, he took away my bright yellow from my left breast. 

I never worn yellow nor I thought of rainbow ever again. 

Petticoat

It happened in my home. 

I was in the terrace. 

He was hiding behind the neighbor's house. 

I could see some rhythm on the bottom part of him. 

I was in class four and haven't seen anything like that before. 

I watched him curiously to understand what was going on. 

I told mom later that day about the funny incident. 

She said: "this is what happened when you don't wear petticoat under your dress"