I was six years old when I met her. The class bully had thrown my lunch into the dustbin and I had been helplessly crying out of hunger and anger. She had fondly taken me to the room reserved for teachers and treated me to a feast of crispy pooris and spicy chole.
â€œIlla, Saarâ€, grunted the dour faced rickshaw driver, in a barely audible whisper through his tobacco-stained teeth and sped away in the opposite direction, leaving a plume of smoke and a bewildered potential fare in his wake.
India saw the slut walk just a few months ago. Vinay Ved writes about his views on the slut walk, in Hindi. A fantastic poem on how men view women and why the women went out for the slut walk.
Female foeticide has been growing by leaps and bounds in India. The number at which girls are being killed or aborted is huge. Nitin expresses himself through a poem.
Molestation of girls has been growing in public transport, buses and trains especially. While this menace grows and leaves a scar on the minds of the victim - we do nothing.