She stood there next to the balcony, silently watching the rain fall down. The thunderstorm had brought the summer heat down and it looked like the whole city was sleeping. But the voices inside her head wouldn’t let her alone. How could he do that to me, she asked herself. She never thought it would happen to her. She now longed to become invisible and reverse what nature had endowed upon her now. Desolately looking at the sky all she wanted now was a return to innocence.
Dreadful stories about women being stalked, abused & raped have become so commonplace today that half of us have turned immune to it. Desperately attempts to monetize these incidents are making them the new normal. One day it’s a girl in Gurgaon chased by a car, the other day it’s a girl in Bangalore getting gang raped; even closer home, it’s your friend being stalked by a bunch men right under your nose.
Sitting on my bed with my little girl sleeping next to me, I couldn’t help but let a cold shiver breed deep inside. The cold breeze from the air conditioner didn’t stop that sweat roll down my face. As I covered her with a blanket and tapped her to sleep I looked myself in the mirror with guilt. We’ve all done it for a moment or two. I forgot that the girl in the short skirt I stripped in my mind was once tapped to sleep by her father to sleep in her bed.