As women we grew up hearing, ‘There is safety in numbers’.
We started believing it when we were whistled at, or
followed, or deliberately brushed against, or had filmy songs sung loudly for
us as we walked on the streets alone.
We protested, we raged, we swore to change things when one
of our ilk was molested or abused. But we were told to shut up and live
with it. By our mothers, sisters, aunts, friends and other women.
We cringed inside, carried compasses or safety pins on
public transport, discussed it, were angered by it, and learnt to live with it.
Incidents of rapes angered us, drove us to protests,
inspired candle-lit silent marches, and a primetime slot in news channels for a
day or three, and soon became a memory.
We blamed the Government, the Male species, the lack of
empathy, and raged and ranted. And then we were silent.
The degradation of a woman’s honor continued, as did our
When will we realize that no one will do a thing. Not
the government, nor the media, nor the protestors.
As a woman, it’s time to stop looking outside for help. It’s time to start reaching out with a
helping hand instead. When you see a deliberate brushing past, a grope, a leer,
which brings fear into a Sisters eye, stand beside her and watch that fear
become a fearsome look. Any action or word that violates a woman’s safety and
honor, come together as one and help
bring about a change. Be a silent supporter, and a violent one if need be.
Believe, reassure and be there for a Sister who has been
through it. Teach your Daughters to be brave, to take care of themselves, to
hold their head high, and lash out fearlessly. Be there for your Sisters so no one can get away with scarring her with a horrible memory.
Not because we are weak, but because we must.
After all didn’t we all grow up hearing, ‘There is safety in