When I was small, I looked at you Like my Father, brother or a friend.
As i grew bigger, I realized you do not look at me the same way.
The changes in my body, have made you drool over me.
Yet, I am not an object of lust.
Most of us even in India have a privilege of being born in safe secure homes, where we are loved, respected and protected by our families. We grow up looking at our fathers and brothers, on how male figures are in a female’s life and look around trusting them. We go to schools and colleges, and make friends with boys, and that trust is there coz that’s what we have learnt. We marry and entrust our husbands with all the faith.
We come from the land of Durga and Saraswati.We come from the land where Female power is the supreme, Where without a GAURI POOJAN, even A GANESH UTSAV is not complete. We come from the land where, a female goddess is worshipped before every occasion.
Today, in that same land, I do not feel safe. If i wear skirt,unseen eyes imagine rest of my legs. If i wear Jeans and a top, unfelt hands imagine them over me.
When Nirbhaya was rapped, it was not she alone, but all the wives, sisters and daughters were rapped enmasse.
When few days before, few men who walked on streets of bangalore, it was not just those females, we all were wronged by the entire generation of males.
Let us stop expecting from the society to change, Come let’s empower each one of us and fight for us.
The Vagabond 
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