It's always our fault...
...from the time we arrive into this world, to the time we take our first steps, testing the waters, tasting the air of freedom.
...from the moment our eyes dare to dream a thousand colourful dreams to the time we aspire to follow those dreams, and watch with ecstasy those dreams come to fruition.
It IS our fault...
...that moment when we spot the attire we have fancied for so long, we yearn to feel the fabric on our bodies, till the moment we dare to don it and feel our spirits soar, our heartbeat race with unbridled joy!
...the split second we decide to celebrate a day, any day, out in the open streets, beneath the starlit sky, with the wind in our hair and the radiance in our eyes.
It is so our fault.
Aren't we aware, that any way we breathe, laugh, live, we will have fingers pointed at us, hands grabbing us, claws groping us? Haven't we been taught that their actions are a result of our doings? Why don't we learn that it's our imprudence that gives us the grief that seeps through our psyches leaving a permanent scar for people to gawk at?
It's time we arrive at the conclusion that this is what awaits us: dark figures lurking in the shadows to pounce upon us, beasts waiting to maul us leaving our bodies, our souls, in shreds, and life going by...the world going by, with not so much as a murmur, leave alone a hand extended in support.
It's time we accept this sad truth, change ourselves, mend our ways, bow our head and withdraw into the dark ages. Confine ourselves behind the walls that will protect us better than the men who rule, and relive the life we left behind ages ago.
The Bengaluru horror incident brought home the dismal truth that women aren't safe in any city, under any rule. The sad incident and the blame game that followed only reiterates the point that whatever we do, however we live, however we dress, we will be hounded, harassed, assaulted mercilessly. The powers that be have been of little help and going by the way the world is turning out, I really don't know if we have hope for a better, safer morrow.
And, thus, the cynical post.
The above post has been written for Wordy Wednesday, at Blog-A-Rhythm (BAR).
This week's prompt: Word Prompt: Achieve Arrive Anyway Always