It was dark, she left office late before the long weekend so that she can have some time to prepare for the upcoming holiday trip. The roads were never this dark at this hour of the night, she thought, but today it seemed dreary. She checked her watch again, it was only 8PM but somehow it made her fear.
Janhavi, a girl in her early thirties, slender, tall, wearing a pair of sleek spectacles and a nice suit for the ethnic wear day at office walked alone in the desolated street of Bangalore to reach home. She walked with a panicking heart but a strong face and stronger demeanor towards the bus stop unable to get a cab, as had been almost always the case in the part of the city where she lived. She worked in the IT sector in support domain, which meant late hours and shift jobs, she had chosen Hoodi considering the office distance that she needed to travel on a daily basis but the sad part is unavailability of cab services there. She had to stay late to finish some work which would have otherwise meant for her to come once during the long weekend as it couldn’t be postponed; and, well, she had a personal life apart from work so to speak!
In the desolated street with a panicked heart she couldn’t muster the courage to wait, so, she took one of the non-ac buses to commute as early as possible. As soon as she hopped on to the bus, she felt a touch, unwanted, not quite pleasant, random touch on her shoulder! Her heart thumped, she looked at the man, who was looking outside and brushed it off, maybe it’s just because of the movement of the bus. There came another touch, a rub on her leg, she looked at the man, feeling uncomfortable, shifted her position. She could see another man coming in between trying to save her and happily and luckily she took rescue. A thought came to her mind, lest her nightmares of dread would come true!
Her stop came and she reached home safely. But her mind and heart didn’t feel right. She went over the events she went through over the last one hour.
Why it is that the man came to save her but not put a slap on the face of the abusive person? Why did she not take the step herself? Was she afraid if she will get adequate support or not? Maybe, she had nightmares even worse? Maybe, we have started making it a normal thing; for women to be molested, because that’s what usually happens and men to protect, because that’s what they do? This Durgapuja, I leave you with this thought! While Durga maa is to come again next year, maybe we can make the earth a better place by then? Let’s not take long time goals, we have already taken long; don’t you think?