“But Mom, you were molested, remember?”,

Radha waited for a moment before the images of her mother filled her mind. They were disturbing, and it was evident, she continued, “How old were you? 9! What was your fault? That you were trying to touch the feet of the deity and were not tall enough! Who was that who groped you? A priest right? The representative of God infested with lust right under his feet! And were you alone? No! You were with your family, yetnobody noticed or chose to ignore? Why? Because the stigma associated with molestation is always upon the girl, but Mom, you were just a baby praying to the God! And what else do you tell me, that you worship Devis in your country!”Her face was getting red with shame and helplessness.