“Aren't you coming for the protest?” asked my hostel roommate while combing his silky hair. The protesters were demanding justice for a girl who got brutally raped and murdered three days ago. Should I go? My pessimistic mind said protest was useless; the chance of justice being delivered was close to nil as the culprit was an influential man. But my heart asked me to go and do my small part, irrespective of whether justice was delivered or not. “Come on bro, faster. We are already late,” he said. “There must be a lot of beautiful girls out there protesting.”
Abdurahiman Noushad is a part-time author from a small town in Kerala, India. Instagram: @abdurahmanaju.