It’s quite heartbreaking that my earliest memories are those of me being molested.While I do not remember the exact events, I know that whatever used to happen was wrong.We lived in a small town and our extended paternal family lived in Faridabad.We would often go during our summer vacations.Every time we would visit my grandma’s house, all the cousins would visit and we’d play together.One of my cousin brothers, who was just 2.5 years older than me under the guise of playing ‘ghar ghar’ used to molest me and my cousin sister, who was 1 year younger than me. He would pretend to be a doctor and we’d be his pretendpatients. This continued well over the years until we were 8-9, I think. After that our parents got busy and we stopped with the yearly visits.After a few years, myparents invited over the whole family for a house warming. Everyone stayed over and all my cousins were sleeping after a night full of fun except this guy.He cornered me while I was in my room and wanted to play something together. He suggested we playcatch-catch with a twist.When I asked him what the twist was, he said that whoever loses the ball, has to do whatever the other person asks. I was in 8th standard at that time and when he said that link, his eyes twinkled and that twinkle brought back all the memories of beingmolested. I’d always known what had happened but had buried it deep in my head. I gathered the courage and told him that if he ever mentions it again, I’ll tell everyone what he used to do when we were kids and left the room.
