I went into the kitchen and helped my mom prepare breakfast/lunch while my dad and brother got some extra hours of sleep before starting their day. But that’s ok, because as women, it is our job to run the kitchen. If not us, who else? The idea of sharing my urge to get raped with my mom runs across my mind, but I refrain. What if I don’t get raped? Then she’d just be disappointed as well. So, I decided on waiting to see how the day went.

Finally, household chores were done and I get ready to go to work. I picked a pink top and a pair of black pants to wear, hoping it would be ample provocation for someone to rape me. Although it didn’t reveal too much of my skin, I convinced myself that my sole existence as a woman should be reason enough to provoke a few men, if not all. Pondering about how else I could instigate an occurrence, I got onto a bus. It was crowded and I was running a little late. But I couldn’t afford to get a cab. But since I was looking to get raped, this could actually work out for the best. I pushed my way through and sandwiched myself between a middle-aged woman and an elderly man. 7 stops away from my destination, I felt a hand on my rear. It was the elderly man. I turned around to glare at him upon which he chose to reply with a toothless grin. He reminded me of my grandfather. His groping didn’t stop. I tried to push his hand away but he resisted; the feisty old man. In hindsight, I see that it was my fault that my buttwasinhisway-Ichoseto place my butt near him. Man it felt great, being groped by a strange man who was about the same age as my grandfather. A perfectly normal bus ride, right? To my utter disappointment, he got off after 3 stops and I was forced to bear the loneliness of his departure.

Soon, I got to work and my day began. Mr. Sharma, my boss, was in a good mood. Unlike most other days, he refrained from blatantly pointing out my inadequacies to perform certain tasks, which somehow directly correlated with my gender. Surprisingly, he didn’t pull his favorite “Go get me my sandwich” joke on me either. Let me tell you a little bit about my office. There are two categories of male workers: firstly, there is the nice group who mind their own business and treat you like a normal coworker. Then, there is the other faction that thinks women belong in the kitchen and being in the office is an obvious waste of time. They also seem to possess the ability to undress me with their eyes and have their way. I put up with everything, just like every other woman working here. In a male dominated society, you either get fired or just learn to put up with that bullshit. But I am not complaining at all. As a woman, I know where my place is!

There are two categories of male workers: firstly, there is the nice group who mind their own business and treat you like a normal coworker. Then, there is the other faction that thinks women belong in the kitchen and being in the office is an obvious waste of time.