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Being a boy

He does not call it abuse. At least, not in our presence. But even in private, he does not accept it as abuse. He calls it ‘just an experience’. Like, perhaps, smoking weed for the first time. And then waiting to see the things people say they see after smoking. Then, nothing happening. Just hunger. Like a gigantic hunger that can make one eat a whole house – if it is made of slices of bread. But this ‘just an experience’ is everything but that. He says it started when he was young. How old? He does not remember. But he was in Standard 5. And, that was a long time ago when people were old enough to vote when they were in Standard 5. He says, however, that he was a different person. Sharp and brilliant. He got into Primary school at a young age so to use that time measurement and capture his age will be in vain. “Just know that I had not yet reached puberty by then,” he says. And he did not really understand it when she first touched him. But, somehow, there wa