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V.Balasubramani
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[h=1]When will Delhi become safer for a girl like me?[/h]Dear chief minister, lieutenant governor and police commissioner
You run the city I grew up in. You must be familiar with all corners of the Capital but I want to tell you something that you can never experience for yourself.
One night while I was walking towards Pragati Maidan after a hectic day at work, I was regretfully carefree. A smirking teenager, with unkempt hair, was coming from the opposite side, like a hundred others going in and out of the Metro station. All of a sudden he pinched my breast and sprinted away. I shrieked. My eyes welled up. My colleague looked at me. So did the pedestrians around. The unlit stretch under Tilak Bridge made sure they had seen nothing. “He tried to snatch my bag,” I said and walked on. I had no guts to tell I was molested by a young boy, a stone’s throw from the Police
Headquarters.
That was three years ago. I haven’t walked that road again. But I still talk about it whenever my women colleagues discuss Delhi.
“Many years ago, I had to jump off a moving bus when a man dressed for office, carrying a briefcase, flashed at me. I broke my leg but couldn’t say a word,” a senior colleague once narrated, giving goose bumps to the new kids.
Read more at: http://www.hindustantimes.com/delhi...irl-like-me/story-5XgFBEpG9iBTFsPrFiGbDJ.html
You run the city I grew up in. You must be familiar with all corners of the Capital but I want to tell you something that you can never experience for yourself.
One night while I was walking towards Pragati Maidan after a hectic day at work, I was regretfully carefree. A smirking teenager, with unkempt hair, was coming from the opposite side, like a hundred others going in and out of the Metro station. All of a sudden he pinched my breast and sprinted away. I shrieked. My eyes welled up. My colleague looked at me. So did the pedestrians around. The unlit stretch under Tilak Bridge made sure they had seen nothing. “He tried to snatch my bag,” I said and walked on. I had no guts to tell I was molested by a young boy, a stone’s throw from the Police
Headquarters.
That was three years ago. I haven’t walked that road again. But I still talk about it whenever my women colleagues discuss Delhi.
“Many years ago, I had to jump off a moving bus when a man dressed for office, carrying a briefcase, flashed at me. I broke my leg but couldn’t say a word,” a senior colleague once narrated, giving goose bumps to the new kids.
Read more at: http://www.hindustantimes.com/delhi...irl-like-me/story-5XgFBEpG9iBTFsPrFiGbDJ.html