An Unfaithful Ride
Woman's Era|April First 2017

When we are only concerned about self. 

Arun Kumar Bharati
An Unfaithful Ride

An incident I witnessed. I boarded a crowded train ferrying me to the station closest to home. I smile at a young man seated on a seat reserved for ladies and he gets up, disappointed at being denied a comfortable ride so soon. He smiles back, in a resigned way. I can see that he is tired and I feel slightly guilty for a moment at having to cause discomfort. The very next moment is a flashback of repeated instances of molestation and discomfort caused by men, the guilt is gone and I settle to enjoy a privilege that has been long overdue to the women of the country. Before the train stops at the next station, I doze off. I am jolted out of my snooze when the train stops at the overcrowded station and a substantial amount of the crowd spills into the already overcrowded compartment.

هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة April First 2017 من Woman's Era.

ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.

هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة April First 2017 من Woman's Era.

ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.