I held her finger tightly. She slipped away and gave her hand to her teacher. Something tugged at my heart. I looked at her, neatly dressed in her grey pinafore uniform with the white shirt underneath. White canvas shoes, white socks. Her little lunch box I’d made and packed, with the very best healthiest food. I was always so concerned about my daughter’s health and happiness. I looked at her tiny frame and elfin face. She was walking away. Wow, I thought. She didn’t cry … What did I feel? Pride? Emotions? I was musing on my tiny daughter’s newfound independence. No sooner as I was thinking this, that very split second, she half turned around and I saw her face, all puckered up. Oh no! I hid my face behind my husband, and then seconds (it seemed eons) later, I slowly looked up again. Oh, where was she? There..there…disappearing into the doorway of her future! My heart skipped a beat! —– She was dressed again, this time in red…mesmerizingly beautiful!...
I SPOKE UP! YES! I FINALLY DID! I have been traveling on public buses since the past six or seven years now, every since I was a teenager. And all these years I had been a victim of sexual harassment. Inspite of being confident in many aspects of life, I badly failed in speaking up against those who harassed me. I always stayed quiet. Thought it was best to ignore. And then used to curse myself for staying silent. But today I finally got the courage to speak up The man sitting behind me was trying to bring his hand from the side of the back seat to touch me. I ignored it once assuming that I might be wrong. But no, I was not mistaken! So the next time he tried, I turned around, looked him in the eye, and with a loud voice said: “ APNE HATHON KO QABOO MEIN RAKHO. ” (Keep your hands under control). Then when he tried to resist and say he did nothing, I shouted saying “MUNH BAND! AB ZYADA BOLO MAT!” (Shut up!) The other men at the bus asked him to change the seat ...