An article by Vansika Pareek, CSE.
They say my body is a temple, isn’t it? Yes, it is. The demons want to rub their hands and feet on the holy idols to wash off their sins, the cowards want to sink in their black bodies; now, what I really want to tell you is that I am AFRAID. I really am. I have fought on feminism like my long lost daughter, I have tried to steal the nectar of Samundra- MANTHAN to make it immortal but that was when, when I felt protected. This day I don’t feel like a fighter but an already raped victim for who says that rape is just the naked body, it all starts from when the feeling of insecurity grasps every nerve. So let me tell you the story. This bus journey is priced; the first alone voyage; my confidence is on a test like they say. But the truth is, confidence can let you make decisions, can let you stand in the crowd with a head so high but it CANNOT protect you. Let’s be practical. What would my confidence do when 5 people ( of course men, it works like a synonym in such context) will crumple my sheets, would it turn me into a superwoman, or make me the protagonist of Goblet of fire. My life runs like the tone of an oxymoron. I really need a man right now. Aah, A MAN because I fear MEN. Yes, my eyes are teary, my throat is dry, my body is stiff, I really want to pee( huh!!). All I want to say is that terror is acceptable but distrust is not.
P.S. All the views expressed are personal. They don’t generalize any sect because I too love the other gender. High five to all the men out there.