ISSUE 12 | DECEMBER 2019
My heart broke into pieces
somewhere and I felt so suffocated
that I couldn't do anything for them.
I couldn't breath anymore seeing
their situation and thinking about
how much they are compromising
with their dreams and were
dominated. Men of their family can't
see and understand that they too
have some desires. I came out of
their home. They all were looking at
me when I was wearing my riding
gears. I intentionally didn't wear my
helmet, started my bike, waved
good bye to them and left the
village with deep morose. I was
really depressed and numbed after
seeing that scene. On the way I
stopped in a mechanic shop. While
talking to the owner of the shop, he
told about himself and that he was
retired 'Navy Officer' and travelled
all over India. I told him about what
I saw and observed in "Rann of
Kutch" village and said why do you
people not do something for these
ladies as I thought he must be a
broad minded person.
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The reply that he gave me left me
stunned. He said that "this is their
culture... betiya humari maryada hai
aur bete shaan." Moreover he said
that if girls started going to school
or outside their home then rape will
happen and they will indulge in bad
habits and practices. But this way
there are less cases of rapes in their
place compare to rest of India. I
replied to that, how, I am educated
and travelling outside that means
according to you guys I am bad?
And if girls go outside and rape
happens then why don't they keep
boys at home? He replied that this is
their culture. I had no words left to
say. After observing his narrow
thinking I could only feel pity for the
ladies of 'Kutch.' The place where
maximum tourists go every year, but
the situation of women and girls are
still in a backward state despite of
the place being so famous. I was
feeling so suffocated that I fell sick.
I left the place in deep morose.