Image Source: Sentinel Digital Desk Hi guys, For the past few months, I have been planning to step out of my home to look for a job. Right now, there is only one city as an option—Delhi. A few days ago, a news popped up on my screen. A woman in Faridabad was gang-raped in a moving van. It completely shocked me. There are countless women who use public transport every single day. They wait for buses, autos, cabs—sometimes during the day, sometimes at night. Now imagine this: a random van stops, forces her inside, and she is raped. Can you even imagine that fear? Aise mere saath ho gaya toh? Of course, this should never happen to anyone—but still, the first thought that comes to our mind is about ourselves. And see , Women don’t just walk or travel freely. Every time they step out, there is a constant fear sitting at the back of their minds. Before going out, women calculate everything: What time is it? What should I wear? Which route is safer? Should I share my locat...
After a very long time, I felt like writing and I felt like writing for you . “Maa”- A word that’s impossible to describe. No matter how hard I try, I believe I’ll never be able to express what you truly mean to me. And not just me… no writer, no poet in this world can ever fully describe a mother in words. Maybe I won’t even tell you that I wrote this letter for you. Because that’s how it is, right? Sometimes it’s hard to express emotions to our mothers. It’s not just me, it happens with every child as they grow older. We start keeping things to ourselves. We stop hugging without reason. Even now, I hesitate to hug you, Because I fear you’ll think something is wrong in my life. Maybe that’s why, when children grow up, they stop sharing- especially their problems. But how beautiful those childhood days were. I still remember the last time I cried in your lap- It was my first day of 9th grade. My old friends didn’t let me sit with them, And I had so many complaints to share....