DEKHO, MAGAR PYAAR SE
Dekho, magar pyaar se Usual day, it was. So were the gazes, glimpses and looks. As I walked past a bus stand, the temporary stampede gave me a feeling of something crawling over my body and a wave of fear shivered down my spine. I took taxi and it stopped on the most human-less lane where again the fear took over me. I used metro route and I found hands waiting to bruise my soul. I was on foot just few feet away my home and again someone came from nowhere to kill my spirit with the weapon of their lust, male-chauvinism and sometimes just revenge for God knows what. Sometimes my dresses, my open-mind, my beauty and sometimes the circumstances are put forth as an excuse but my existence is much more than my body. When my soul is hurt, my body has no role to be blamed. My existence is more than what meets your eye. I looked upon my brother and I saw a person who will never do anything like this. He is so nice to women. I try to find whether it’s just me being his sister or h...