Going through the accounts of #MeToo in India and what surprises me is how confident the abusers seemed to have been that they wouldn't be called out or that they would get away with it. It holds a mirror to all of us, the culture we have hammered into ourselves, of not making a big deal out of almost anything. It's all about society and its feelings. No, not feelings I guess but its muscle.
Panic is when you take a dear person for granted and don't respond to her whatsapp promptly, thinking you would call her up at leisure.Then finally that time comes and you call her up, all ready to talk to her in your most cheery mood and her phone rings out. You are feeling sheepish now and you write to her on whatsapp and she sees those messages but doesn't respond.
Shops near me were selling only very short chemises so I asked my mother to stitch one for me. She did and it's more like a toga and I can't feel any curve of my body. It's me in 9th standard, all over again.
Panic is when you take a dear person for granted and don't respond to her whatsapp promptly, thinking you would call her up at leisure.Then finally that time comes and you call her up, all ready to talk to her in your most cheery mood and her phone rings out. You are feeling sheepish now and you write to her on whatsapp and she sees those messages but doesn't respond.
Shops near me were selling only very short chemises so I asked my mother to stitch one for me. She did and it's more like a toga and I can't feel any curve of my body. It's me in 9th standard, all over again.
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