~BeSt~ ReAlItY oF iNdIa

Oh nonononono. Don’t say you
know it. Because you don’t know.
You don’t know how it feels when
people grab your breasts in a
crowded place. You don’t know
how it feels when they stare
straight at your cleavage. When
you suddenly realize that
someone is rubbing himself
against your buttocks in a bus or
a metro. When they peep into
your phone’s screen. When they
pass by you in their superfast
vehicles hitting your breasts or
buttocks, whistling at you, and
telling you all that they want to do
with you. You don’t know when a
man riding a motorcycle passes
by you telling you that he willfuck
you till you cry, and die. You don’t
know when somebody takes his
tongue out and licks his lips to tell
you that he would do the same
with you, then climbs onto a bus
and goes away.
You don’t know how it feels when
your friend comes to you andtells
you that she was hit and slapped
by two bikers on a busy roadof a
busy afternoon. When you see
your girl-friends not being
allowed by their families to leave
their hometowns for their future
studies. When a friend tells you
how an auto-wala stared at her in
his rear-view mirror, drove slow
on normal roads, and speeded it
up near a speed breaker to assert
his masculinity over a female
sitting behind him. When guysask
their girlfriends to take certain
pictures off Facebook, and not
talk to certain men.
You do not know how it feels
when your parents ask your
brother to accompany you
wherever you go; no matter he is
younger than or older to you.
When you have to seek your
parents’ permission a hundred
times before you could go outin a
‘group’ to celebrate a friend’s
birthday. When your mother
scrutinizes you before you could
leave your home. When your
parents call you every evening just
to ensure that their daughteris
back to her hostel safely. When
you can’t go somewhere all alone
because you are simply too scared
of nothing but humans.
The Mukherjis, the Asarams, the
always-have-bee ­n-protected
women, the government-vehi ­cle
users, the Khaps, the chauvinistic
blinds, or the simple unaware
men, you don’t know—anything.
You must not talk. You must shut
up.
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I read it in another group and
found it worth sharing!