A 72-year old astrologer molested me on the 28th of December. And what did I do?
Nothing. I just got up and left.
When Mister came home, I told him what had happened. I feel so dirty, I said, alternating between rage and disgust. He said nothing, just hugged me tighter every time I came close to tearing up.
At the temple.
The doorbell rang, as if on cue. Ma entered, beaming.
How did it go?
Very well. Santhanam’s wife taught me how to do puja properly in the Ganesh temple…
… while he was busy molesting Ana.
Mom was shocked out of her wits. Mister told her what had happened. It’s my fault. I should never have left her alone with him.
No, it’s not your fault. He had no right to touch me.
We sat in silence for a while, and then I got up and declared I was going to confront him. They didn’t want me to, because of all the stress it would cause.
I won’t be able to live with myself if I let the bastard get away – and that is way worse than the stress confrontation would cause.
So we decided to confront him in front of his family – we took our neighbours (who are Santhanam’s old acquaintances) along for support.
I huffed and puffed my way up to the top floor, where he lives. We stormed into the house and demonstrated to his wife exactly what he had done, and asked her if she thought it was indeed an accupressure demo, and whether ok for him to do that. She sat there shaking her head in disbelief, while Santhanam smiled menacingly and told me that he was seventy two years old and at his age, his intention was obviously not to molest me – he had merely touched me as a “doctor” would.
My otherwise quiet neighbor spoke up. Actually, no male doctor touches women this way. They always bring in female nurses to do the examinations. In fact, even for women’s lung exams, they check from the back, not the front.
I was not happy with the non-aggressive, rational tone the neighbor had taken. Tell me this, you pervert, would you be ok if my husband, who is a certified Yoga instructor, touched your granddaughter exactly how you touched me?
Santhanam slapped his hands together in a mock apology and said – Ok, you are right and I am sorry. Now please go.
The dismissive manner in which he spoke infuriated me even more than the inappropriate touching.
We left, but not before I told him I wasn’t going to leave him alone.
You’re going to be really sorry you did this.
Can you believe that he actually stuck to his “accupressure” story? Would you actually touch a person in their private parts to demonstrate how pressure should be applied?