The films might have a happy ending. But is it really a happy ending for us who carry pepper sprays, Swiss knives, and a look of panic on our faces?
It was another night after a long day’s work. The bus was late and I reached Nungambakkam railway station at 9.20 pm — the time I usually walk home from my destination railway station. Concerned calls from my family come every single night ever since that fateful day poor 24-year-old Swathi was hacked to death... Continue Reading →