Who was that man?

 Today I have a dream that Iam in Toba tek singh (town in Pakistan) and I met kammu. She told me If you want to meet me she will come to me. Actually I was thinking to write about her one childhood story which I still remember. This happened in Islam pura an area of Toba tek Singh. In those days Islam pura was not that big as it is now. New Islam pura and Raja park area was green lush fields full of crops like wheat, sugar cane, Corn, and green leaves like chtalla lusan for cattle’s. In our neighbour hood we had few harukia families. Toba tek singh had very peaceful life and all communities used to live in full harmony. In our neighbour hood there was no any ill feelings in the community whether you are shia sunni wahabi or ahmadi. People and families used to known by caste or their profession i.e jattan da kahr, gujran or rajputan da kahr or maulvian da kahr, naiyaan da kahr, mauchiyan da kahr and julahyaan da kahr.   

Kammu was one of their children although she was few years older than us but we used to play together. Amazing thing about that time I have realised now we used to share our stories and happenings with each other. One day kammo told us all children shyish way and with giggles that man (from our neighbour hood) took her in the sugar can field removed my shalwar and his shalwar and started to rub his penis on my vagina. First he was  rubbing slowly and then faster. After few minutes his piss came out on my vigina and he gave me  one anna (money during those days 16 anas in a ruppee). He left me quickly after making me wet. She said then I put my shalwar on and went to the shop to buy some orange sweets (sentray diyan muchiyaan). Yes kammu Iam sure I will meet you one day because I would like to ask you few questions about this particular incident and many more untold stories. I remember one name now he was older boy of your next door neighbour who actually didn’t piss but sexually abused and tried to rape you.