He told me if I made noise, people would get up and the prospect of them waking up and asking me questions didn't seem too good. I was blatantly uncomfortable, but he continued regardless. I didn't make much of it then but one day, he started touching my breasts.
Inadvertently, we ended up sharing one room, with one bed.ĭuring the first few days of this routine, he started keeping his hand on me. There were 5 rooms in the house and everyone took whichever room they preferred. Post lunch, everyone got into the habit of a siesta. We got along quite well, so we spent a lot of time playing and going to nearby places together. There was this guy, my cousin, who was about 18 at that time, I think.
I must have been 10-11 back then and we were staying with our extended family. But this time, it was after a long hiatus. It were summer vacations and like every other Malayali family, mine used to go to Kerala as well.
