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A mother talks to her son, about sexual harassment in public spaces that women go through everyday. Even when women speak up against it, few passers-by respond to help her out.
#ShareYourStory is an initiative by Breakthrough to bring the conversation around sexual harassment into families; to get women talking about the harassment they have experienced with their family members, especially sons (or other boys and young men.)
Street harassment is an everyday reality for women. In buses, on the streets it is a common occurrence. Even when women speak up against it, few passers-by respond to help her out.
In this conversation, Rashmi Rao speaks about an incident of street harassment while travelling on a local bus. The incident both scarred her and taught her a valuable lesson on speaking up. With her mother’s assistance, they were able to call out the act of harassment immediately. But what she noticed was the apathy of the people around. No one else was reacting or helping them.
Through her experience, Rashmi gives us a message of standing up with women when they speak up against violence and harassment, especially when they are calling out a harasser. This narrative reminds us that we are all in this together and we need to stand together in order to bring sexual harassment to an end.
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As he stood in front of his door, Nishant prayed that his wife would be in a better mood. The baby thing was tearing them apart. When was the last time he had seen his wife smile?
Veena got into the lift. It was a festival day, and the space was crammed with little children dressed in bright yellow clothes, wearing fancy peacock feather crowns, and carrying flutes. Janmashtami gave her the jitters. She kept her face down, refusing to socialize with anyone.
They had moved to this new apartment three months ago. The whole point of shifting had been to get away from the ruthless questioning by ‘well-wishers’.
“You have been married for ten years! Why no child yet?”
I huffed, puffed and panted up the hill, taking many rest breaks along the way. My calf muscles pained, my heart protested, and my breathing became heavy at one stage.
“Let’s turn back,” my husband remarked. We stood at the foot of Shravanbelagola – one of the most revered Jain pilgrimage centres. “We will not climb the hill,” he continued.
My husband and I were vacationing in Karnataka. It was the month of May, and even at the early hour of 8 am in the morning, the sun scorched our backs. After visiting Bangalore and Mysore, we had made a planned stop at this holy site in the Southern part of the state en route to Hosur. Even while planning our vacation, my husband was very excited at the prospect of visiting this place and the 18 m high statue of Lord Gometeshwara, considered one of the world’s tallest free-standing monolithic statues.
What we hadn’t bargained for was there would be 1001 granite steps that needed to be climbed to have a close-up view of this colossal magic three thousand feet above sea level on a hilltop. It would be an understatement to term it as an arduous climb.
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