Oh No’s!
It wasn't too long ago that I said yes. Instead of saying “No”. To that old watchmen who wanted to taken me behind the apartment walls to plant a kiss on my cheek. Of course my parents had taught me the difference between the ‘good touch and the bad touch’. But he was Watchman Anna. How could he do anything wrong, right? Wrong. A few years later, a friend’s uncle misbehaved with me. Sly smiles, leeching eyes, hands on my shoulder slithering down, all the while, when my mind ticking like an atom bomb that something was not all that innocent. But did I say something? No Connaught place is a fairly popular place in Delhi. Two women were checking out books at a street store. Two drunk men pretend to ask about the books and as the minute passes, the scene gets worse. Three of us stood there and watched. “In case things get out of hand, we will jump to the rescue”. But would we really? I really cannot assure you. Like the dust that collects on the rubber rigged layers of a tyre, ...