Last week, a friend, 19 year old, dared to enter the police
station to complain about a boy teasing her in the college. Few months back, she
dared to fight those monsters, escape rape, and walk to the police station with
her story.
‘Xyz percentage of rapes, harassment, torture on women go
un-reported’, I see this changing. She is not going to sit quite now, she will
shout, shout on the top of her voice, to get justice, to get freedom, to walk
with dignity, head held high. I’m smiling, when I type each word, because I
know she is happy, she is confident, and she has the sword in her hand, ready
to charge on anyone who points fingers at her.
I walk down the road, I see men staring, I see them
murmuring, but I walk, head held high, because I know, no-one except myself,
can scare me, the sword is in my hands. No-one but you have the grip, you are
the only one who has the control, and no-one can touch you, because you have
the sword, that you had kept aside all these years, and now you have picked
that up. Walk, walk with our head held high, ignore the monsters, they are
cowards, they won’t dare come around you, because you hold the sword in your
hand, they are scared of you.
Society? I make the society. I nurture the society. I am the
power. Society is just a concept, I define the concept. She defines the
concept. No, the society will not change, its I who has to change, who has to
constantly hold the sword, and be ready to charge it on those monsters. She
only makes the grip firmer, because she won’t back down now, she will only
wait, with attention, and charge as soon as those monsters come towards her.
From those discriminations, to the assaults, from that harassment
to that torture everything will come to an end, soon. You ignore, and it will
grow louder. She won’t shut up now, she will shout, she will charge, she will
win, because she is I, and I am she.
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