SECRET #4

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When I was in 7th class, there was this new girl in our class. Her mother was divorced and was a fashion designer in a firm in Delhi and both of them used to live with her Nani.

So I don't know how exactly, that girl got raped. The whole matter was very hush hush and it wasn't even printed in the newspaper.

The person who raped her was her mother's brother. I think that's one of the main reasons why the whole matter was hush hush but secrets inevitably spill out.

She was 11-12 years old and when she came to school, most of the school boycotted her.

They didn't talk to her, didn't sit with her, didn't share their lunch with her.
I told my mother everything about her and she told me not to boycott her and be friends with her, even if I wasn't before.

It was hard you know, to go against everyone the one person everyone has been shunning.

But still, me and one of my friends befriended her after a month or so. And everything was good. Normal, even.

We used to sit together, eat our lunches, gossip together, share our notes, everything else you can think of.

What we didn't know at the time, we were to little to understand that she was clinically depressed and had started to cut herself.

After three months of her rape and two months of our knowing her, she committed suicide.

She left both of us a letter saying she was very grateful for our company and that she somehow owes her life to us and how she will always remember

When the letter was first given to me, my mother didn't let me read it for years. She read it herself and told me that she would let me read when I would be mature enough to understand everything that had been written in it.

She gave me the letter when I was 17 years old, that is, almost two and a half years ago.

There were gruesome details of what she had to endure, how she felt about her body amd how isolated she felt

And how our company made her happy.

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