When the Universe Makes Your Choices

She sat down taking her book, trying to read. But the thoughts in the back of her mind were haunting her. Was she really a lesbian?

It all started when she joined swimming at the sports club near her house. It was all great initially. She had made few friends and they all came to swim together. The one girl she really liked out of all the girls was Sunaina. She had an innocent smile, straight jet black hair and a figure to die for. The two had hit it off instantly.

Both the girls liked each others company and soon they were spending nights at each others place. They almost did everything together. But she never knew that the good old days were going to end.

It was a rainy night when she was spending the night at Sunaina's place. It was thundering outside and Sunaina had lit some candles in the room to make it more romantic.

'I wish I had a boyfriend' she said feeling sad.

'Why?' Sunaina said, surprised at her friend's thinking.

'Its so romantic outside! I could go for a romantic drive with him, kiss him, cuddle with him' she sighed.

'Can't you do this with me?' Sunaina said, looking at her with her seductive eyes.

She was blank. She didn't know what to say. She liked Sunaina but her heart said it was something more. Her heart wanted to be more than friends with Sunaina.

Sunaina smiled and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed her back. She couldn't believe she had kissed a girl. And liked it.

For the next two days she didn't talk to Sunaina or anyone else, for that matter. She was confused. She had the feeling that things were not going to be fine now. If she told her parents, they would probably disown her.

She lived in a conservative family. She was scared now. What should she do?

She talked to Sunaina.

'Stop obsessing. Are you sure you are a lesbian? Because I am sure I am.' Sunaina asked her.

'Yes'

'Then why are you worrying? Just keep it a secret! Like me'

'But we have to tell them one day'

'Maybe. Maybe not. But why worry for the future when we can enjoy the present?'

They kissed. She smiled. She had finally accepted that she was a lesbian and it was normal.

The Unmarried Woman

I had noticed a woman at my workplace who used to smoke a lot. She was a good looking lady with curly hair, short height, and a great dressing sense. I always felt like talking to her, but never got the guts to actually do that.

Recently, I went to the backside of my office to have tea. I saw her sitting and smoking as usual. We both made eye contact and smiled. Good start. And then she introduced herself. He name was Himani. We both hit it off and got into talking.

I still was curious about her smoking and how she coped up with the society. So I asked her age. She said she was 40 years old. I couldn't believe it! She didn't look a day older than 25 and she was 40! She had really maintained herself.

Then came the most difficult question. I asked her if she was married. The answer was no. I was again amazed that how an Indian woman was unmarried at the age of 40.

I asked her the same. She said that her parents were fine with her decision. She further added that she didn't want to get married just for the heck of it. She wanted the right life partner and if she couldn't find one then it was totally fine with her.

I was amazed by her guts and her morals. I didn't think that she couldn't get married because she smoked. She had rules and morals that society couldn't change. I don't know if she would get married or not, but either ways she knew what she wanted in her life. We need such women in India for whom marriage is not the most important step of life.

Marriage is not an achievement. Many women in India get married but are not happy with it. Isn't it better to be happily unmarried?

The Life of a Woman

Being a girl in a city like Delhi is a tough job. Seriously. For instance, no matter what you wear, or how you look, some perverts will just not stop staring at you. It feels like they are raping you with their eyes.

One day, while coming from office in an auto, a guy went past me and made a kissing sound. I was horrified. What was he thinking? I'm a human, not an object! Still, I chose to ignore it.

Another time, when I was in an auto, coming from office, I saw a man, probably of my father's age, in a car, staring at me. I ignored it twice, but I'm not the type of girl who will let anyone just leech at her. So made an action with my hand, asking him what was his problem. He probably got embarrassed, and stopped staring.

The most shocking incidence that happened to me was when three guys in a car, who were probably younger than me, started following me when I left from office. They were waving at me, blowing kisses, and staring like they have never seen a girl before. Honestly, I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I kept hoping that they don't follow me to my place.

A point came when I couldn't take it any longer. The staring and waving was just increasing. So I showed the guys a middle finger, and I don't know why, they went another way. I was happy, but scared as well. What if the same happened to another girl? What if she is not lucky like me and gets raped?

A woman is not an object. She is a human. She is someone's daughter. Someone's sister. Someone's mother.

She is the one who can give birth to a man. And the same man disrespects her.

Crime against women doesn't just end there. There are cases of domestic violence, acid attacks, molestation, rape, and kidnapping.

What the Indian man has to learn, is that women are not objects. Her clothes are not a way to attract a man, or to lure him into thinking that she wants to get raped. She has the right to live freely. She has the right to wear and do whatever she wants.

Even if she roams on the street naked, no man has the right to touch her.