Dear Rapist.

Dear Rapist.

Calling you 'dear' in no way means you deserve it. Your one 'joke', your one act of 'fun', 'immense pleasure' has now latched itself with someone for a lifetime of eternity. Did you think that assaulting a human being, will be as easy to forget, as you could forget that joke with a snap of fingers? You should better know the answer. She would now fear to smile beautifully again. She would now think twice before wearing her favourite skirt again. Thank you, for cracking that 'joke' which just meant a joke to you. Thank you, for cracking that joke which turned the other person's  life upside down. Thank you for wreaking that never ending havoc in her life, for she seems to be battling with it daily. The more you touch that women with dominance, the more fear she starts to gain. But guess what? You don't stop. You don't stop, until her screams and pleas for help become silent. You don't stop, until her will to push you away dies. Oh! poor me. You still don't stop, until she dies. Surviving becomes a task for her. No matter how far you go. No matter how many years,  experiences and people go by, you haunt her forever. However forever is an incorrect concept, you haunt her, during her shallow times and dark nights. If for once, she tries to smile, she reminds herself  that she has to be ashamed of herself. Did I just say 'ashamed of herself'? Yes, I did. Now sue me. But before you do, you should know that every aunt, uncle, chachi, nani, padosi and every sort of obnoxious relative makes her feel the stains of impurity around her. For years, she might shiver if by chance she brushes her leg with her closest friend. She might receive a look from those obnoxious ladies when she decides to wear something else  rather than a fully 'non-revealing dress'. And at some point of time, you stop haunting her.  That 'some point of time' comes too late.  So late, that she takes her own life before that. Ta-daa! She kills herself. Why? Ha ha ha, because she was ashamed. She was. But  you  weren't. Because cracking such jokes is your job right? THE SERIAL RAPIST kind of job. How proud you are, of yourself. If you can't be the sunshine through someone's rain, for god's sake at least stop being that incessant rain in the life of every woman you see. You scar  their life, for the sake of your fun. You don't care if she is a  toddler or a teenager, or a lady, or an oldie. You don't stop cracking jokes!  Those scars start to fade, until no traces are left, of the cuts that you've made. But you make cuts so deep, that she spends her whole life, covering them up.Strong are those women, who finally cure these. Some of the women, those you've ever touched, are not even heard. You take lives. You don't even deserve hell. Shame, what's that? You had lost it, that very moment, when you saw her with your shameless eyes. Do not make excuses for something as horrid as rape. That is not a joke. You are a joke. Consequences of your ugly joke will never be faced by you. Oh. by the way jail is not a consequence. You do have a ugly heart. Probably a body devoid of feelings, respect, dignity sorrow, pain and shame is worthless. Don't think that you are strong. So better watch your back, before this thought hits you again. 

With immense love to all the strong men and women. 

Stop it. It's high time now 

-ADITI