Assault

It is very disheartening to note, we talk about everything but not the issue. There is a group of people, and mind you, this is a very big group, which immediately starts commenting on why do women work, why do women move about at such odd hours, why do women invite such things (as if women go around with invitation cards), and silly comments on the IT industry as a whole (as if the assaulters would let go of this girl had she been in some other industry), and then a group shouting, educate your boys to behave properly.

We are discussing everything but not the core issue. It is security of the people that is of concern here. The Delhi rape case occurred in spite of a man accompanying the girl. This is a slap on the myth that you are safe when there are boys around you. In fact, boys invite trouble if their group has some girls in it.

Sexual assault - only on girls? I beg to differ; boys are equally susceptible to sexual assaults. Only difference is that the assault will not be from a girl, but from another boy. Let us face the truth. Sons are at stake too not just daughters. There are so many boys out there who would not talk about how they were sexually abused, because we just don’t listen. We think only girls feel ashamed of such things, but every decent human being would be equally ashamed. It is a myth that boys just don’t care, it hurts a boy at least, as much as it hurts any girl.

I would be equally worried if my dad, my brothers, my husband or my sons come home late. 

Red and Violet

So worried was I, 

about red and violet,

that I forgot all the hues between...

It is not what you choose,

It is not what chose you,

what use of efforts, 

for all that, ended up unworthy?

Believe it or not, 

Life is so wonderful now, 

to be wasted missing you...

Rain drops, tear drops

My mornings started with your wishes

My noon filled with your concern

My evenings lit up by your lively talks

And nights were, when you made me

Wonder at the beauty of, even the darkest moonless nights.

Yes… I miss all those days, noon and nights.

But your absence from my present,

Makes your presence in my past,

Worth living into the future.

Like every drop of rain,

That falls down to

Meet the earth

And raise a bit of dust above,

Carrying the wonderful smell to the nostrils,

Every tear drop that touches my pillow

Brings back the fragrance of your memories,words and…

Your silence...