Amidst the birthday wishes and loud clapping, the birthday boy stood beaming on the stage, the celebration was in full swing. And I am here seated in the corner, a little aloof the crowd with a continuous thought nagging me. It is almost 5:30 pm and the cake cutting ceremony had just begun. And I knew, if I didn’t make it before the dark, I am in big trouble.

It is the narrow lane I have to take for home from my classes; the reason for my concern. To be able to walk through it in dark is no less than a nightmare. The bunch of nuisance over the corner tea stall always gives me a hard time crossing it. Their dirty comments and their piercing stare gives, not just me but every girl walking that lane cold feet. Those creeps spared none.

BUT none of us dared to voice our fear. If we do, we had to do it by risking our dreams and our freedom.

I had tried once, and that almost cost me my freedom.

The world is filled with such unsocial creeps, and with time I have to learn to deal with them.

This is not the only lane filled with these worthless men waiting to take a swoop over any girls walking...