A poem on how a woman's safety in public spaces and otherwise depends on her luck.
A poem on how freedom at midnight is still only restricted to men.
What I wish would go away is the discomfort in the faces around me when I begin talking of sexual harassment faced by women everyday.
We need to talk about sex and child sexual abuse and discuss with our children what they feel is wrong, right, confusing, harassing, or even pleasurable.
It is not eve-teasing or boys just being boys or natural to admire someone, it is street harassment.
In our society, it’s not always strangers who harass or molest women-- women are not safe from family members, too
Dear road starers, screamers, cat-calling maniacs, roadside abuse Romeos of India – keep your eyes, arms and bodies where they belong.
Do people still think that sexual harassment cannot happen when a woman covers herself in a burqa?
Is sexual harassment at the workplace only restricted to touching and groping?
These acts of harassment don’t make you strong. You are weak. So weak. Because, you are scared of a woman’s sexuality.
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