It was Saturday night. I could hear inaudible conversations, some distant music, distant roar of car engines. The weekend vibe was in the air — light, carefree, unhurried. I had a free day and was not thinking of deadlines, at least not until Monday. But I was slumped on a gray rug in my restroom,…
Tag: feminism
Some Risks of Being a Woman
A man in the bank that I went to last Wednesday afternoon for a quick errand asked for my mobile number. In my mind, I said “What the heck?” but I just told him, “Sorry, I don’t give out my number.” He wasn’t impolite, nor was he creepy, but it was absurd. This incident brings…