She stared wide-eyed at the reporters crowding around her. They fired questions at her-

“How did this happen?” “Do you know this group of guys?” “When did they take you to the truck?” “Didn’t you try to stop them when they raped you?” “What do you feel after the incident?”

All she heard was ...........................

Where was her blouse? She had been looking for it when all of a sudden this throng of people had arrived with so many cameras and microphones! Who are they, anyway?

She couldn’t figure out what was wrong. All she knew was that she who used to roam about the streets without a piece of clothing on her, today suddenly felt the need to cover herself. She couldn’t remember where she had kept her blouse, it has been years...

Where is the god damn blouse?