Our ugly acts, considered microscopic to be accused, let found guilty, have collectively manifested into these forms - burning women to acid attack.
I can be delicate and vulnerable when it comes to being offered the reserved seats in bus, yet I can be so strong as The Hulk for seats other than those. Those seats - that remain occupied when my skin’s wrinkled and my hair is grey or my womb is or arms are habited or my womb cries in pain. Do I need your offer at other times? No, I don’t! Even when you offer seat, cunningness drips off your smile and cheaply said word ‘Baini!’
Pokes and pinches from grinning uncles and grandpas. Songs with all their values deteriorated to the meanest extent from lads. These followed up by shy eyes and irked shifts but total silence that remains unnoticed, or noticed and ignored, but the experience definitely not forgotten for long. Fortunately, so isn’t the case always. A squeak of disgusted ‘Aiy…!’ , or a voice ‘ali para janu dai, apthyaro bhayo!’ , or even better ‘dai, ramrari basnus, k gareko?’ And my courageous responses attacked by ‘Is it your private vehicle? Ali ali choi chai ta bhaihalchha ni!’
And, My My the looks they give, as if I am the spoiler of their peaceful and decent travel.
As I get off, I overhear other travelers spread ripples of ‘Kasti aimai hola!’ but I do see them continue their weak smile in attempts to cover up their guilt.
Be white in your being than in your attire or hair.
Be not wary to cover your skin. Be wary if you fail to expose your disgust.
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Be decent. Don’t be blind and deaf. And be smart to speak right, as you give verdict. Use your words and power of mass on the true culprit- culprit of peaceful and decent travel.
Respect! This is what I say. I, first a human then, a woman. I say it to humans. Let's check our ugly acts.
Our ugly acts, considered microscopic to be accused, let found guilty, have collectively manifested into these forms - burning women to acid attack.
I can be delicate and vulnerable when it comes to being offered the reserved seats in bus, yet I can be so strong as The Hulk for seats other than those. Those seats - that remain occupied when my skin’s wrinkled and my hair is grey or my womb is or arms are habited or my womb cries in pain. Do I need your offer at other times? No, I don’t! Even when you offer seat, cunningness drips off your smile and cheaply said word ‘Baini!’
Pokes and pinches from grinning uncles and grandpas. Songs with all their values deteriorated to the meanest extent from lads. These followed up by shy eyes and irked shifts but total silence that remains unnoticed, or noticed and ignored, but the experience definitely not forgotten for long. Fortunately, so isn’t the case always. A squeak of disgusted ‘Aiy…!’ , or a voice ‘ali para janu dai, apthyaro bhayo!’ , or even better ‘dai, ramrari basnus, k gareko?’ And my courageous responses attacked by ‘Is it your private vehicle? Ali ali choi chai ta bhaihalchha ni!’
And, My My the looks they give, as if I am the spoiler of their peaceful and decent travel.
As I get off, I overhear other travelers spread ripples of ‘Kasti aimai hola!’ but I do see them continue their weak smile in attempts to cover up their guilt.
Be white in your being than in your attire or hair.
Be not wary to cover your skin. Be wary if you fail to expose your disgust.
Be decent. Don’t be blind and deaf. And be smart to speak right, as you give verdict. Use your words and power of mass on the true culprit- culprit of peaceful and decent travel.
Respect! This is what I say. I, first a human then, a woman. I say it to humans. Let's check our ugly acts.
