No night for women

No night for women

I have lived almost half of my life. But never dare to spend a single night alone on the streets or river beds. Yes, it is true; I have never spent a night alone on the street. I have always loved the serene and lonely beauty of night. There is some kind of enigmatic calmness about night. Now I live in an apartment so I have another home other side of the ceiling. Still I can remember the days, when I was a student, had spent so many evenings and nights at the roof top of my parental home. Sometime big round moon was there to melt my emotions or sometime millions of stars were there to give wings to my thoughts. Still I can smell the scent of night. But I cannot spend a night alone on the street because of the vulnerability of my gender. How can I forget that I am a lady? In Sanskrit night is feminine gender. Ratri, yamini, Nisha all these beautiful names are the synonyms of night. Night is itself a lady with enormous grace and beauty. Yet night is not for women. Robbery to rape, death to abduction anything can happen to an unarmed woman alone on the street at night. And the worst part of the tragedy will be the criticism from every corner of the society. Everyone will ask a question “why?” Some will say mad, some will say bad. Some will smell addiction or some will smell bigamy or prostitution. . Somebody will see hushing up of domestic violence where rest of the world will see something very dark and negative about the whole mystery. Nobody will believe the simple truth that I wanted to spend the night alone in the city streets. Even the destitute and orphans who are living in the streets won’t believe me. They always live in groups to avoid multiple rapes. Police and administration will readily disown their responsibilities towards me and they will give hundred of lectures on how a lady should need to protect her modesty. As if night is all about crime, death, torture and perversions. Who have made night so ugly? It’s we, human kind. We have made our world a hell with our own sins. Living in peril is becoming our fate. Silence is also a sin when it promotes injustice and inhumanity. Nobody can relate a girl’s night out on the street with inhumanity but whatever is contrary to natural human spirits or whatever is restraining the natural and innocent human thinking process is certainly inhuman. We are choking the thought process of blooming minds generation after generations with a hidden evil agenda. And the worst part of it is that barely we know about it. People are thinking like robots and educating their children like robots without knowing the truth behind all these social norms and practices. I am not saying that everything going on this society is bad but certainly a lot is. Like night is neither no one’s property nor a prohibitory zone. Everyone is entitled to enjoy the beauty of night without the fear of vulnerability of one’s own gender. Is it too much to ask for fearless nights for all?