Kirron Kher's advice to the gang rape victim - Page 12

It was not even 7.

I stood by the roadside waiting for the city bus which I take almost everyday. A shared auto came and stopped infront of me, I peeped inside, saw a couple of guys and nodded a No. The bus arrived and I was relieved. Got on the bus. It was relatively empty.

Around a dozen males including the driver and the conductor. I took a seat and paid the conductor informing him about my stop. As I saw my stop approaching, I picked up my bag but the bus wasn't slowing down. And before I could say anything, my stop was left behind.

I confronted the conductor and he just wouldn't say a word. I yelled at the driver to no avail. I got to the first number on speed dial threatening them that I was calling my father which had no impact. I gave up midway and decided to call police, yelling it before I did.

The call didn't connect. The conductor reached for my phone. But I started to pretend as if it the call got connected and started blurting out the location. The conductor yelled at the driver to stop when he heard me taking to police. The bus stopped and I ran down.

It was dark and they fled before I could take the number down. There were other men in bus. Not even one spoke. I don't know if they were acquaintances but no one spoke. NO f**kING BODY.

Since last three hours, everyone is trying to make me see my mistakes, trying to shame my parents for giving me too much freedom and bringing it down upon me for totally unrelated stuff. And this will not stop. But I'd be damned if I STOP because of this.