Flashback...

It was a vague memory, but yet uncannily clear. As she stared at her computer screen with the message box glowing, the words "Hi! This is Varun Puri. We knew each other at Bombay, yearss ago. Do you remember me!?" burned into her mind. The trauma she thought she had overcome a few years ago hit her all over again and all she felt was boundless anger threatening to burst forth. "I was in class 1, you b***ard, and you were in class 6", she thought.
The bus stopped and as ever, 5 kids got off. 3 of them went into building A, while the little girl and the boy walked to building B. And he said, "Let's walk through the garden, I'll show you how to play a new game. But it's a secret, and you shouldn't tell anyone ok? This is our little secret, hehehe.....". And the little girl, oblivious of what she was gettin herself into, happily said "Yes bhaiyya!". In the midst of the covered walkway, this "bhaiyya" of hers said, "Now I shall show you the game. Take off your shirt. I'll show you what a kiss is, and don't tell anyone, ok? Our secret, na! Hahahaha......."
She thought back to her 7th grade, when this buried incident had resurfaced, and she took months to get back on the road, stronger than she could ever have hoped to be. She had come very close to doing something stupid too, but had stopped herself in time; realizing that there was no reason whatsoever for her to feel guilty, and wondering what kind of sick b***ard would do that to a six-year old, and that too when he was barely twelve himself.
Brought rudely back to the present by the loud "BUZZ!" of messenger, as she looked at the glowing box, all she could feel was a bizarre mixture of disgust and helplessness. The void looked even bleaker suddenly, she realized. And there wasn't even a thing she could do about all this. Never could she get back at him. There was no getting back. Ever.