I am no hard core feminist you people, but it is evident that our society is ready for many more Kathuas to encounter, so bear me for this one. I believe that the space we are living in is not a perfect and pragmatic Indian institution, rather a street that tastes damp and sticky sweet and is a disguised ideal society, if viewed from a distance. We are still residing in the streets of atrocity since for a major part of us, women are mere humans. Oh wait, do they even fall into the category of humans, who have so ecstatically accepted the standards of behaviour which are highly dependent on the gender one belongs to. Let's wake up and accept that women are not disposable glasses or puppets in the hands of demons always ready to control them. When my parents tell me not to stay out of place after it strikes 12, it is a big moment to ponder whether the modern India we get to hear in speeches is spreading like a wildfire, or is it just a manifestation of our so called developed minds disguised in the dust of prejudices. Our eyes never got weary awaiting for change, but we can expect women to cook on fire, yet reckless we are to sense the fire within them. What is the point of talking about equality or liberation in textbooks when our mind lies in orthodox principles. Our heart wants to be the frontier of change but is reluctant due to the fear of losing the tag of following the mainstream. Respect women, not because you have been imparted that knowledge, or because your mother is one. Respect women, for at the end of the day, they are humans. They face inequality which rises from your delusions. You may cut me with your words all you want. The fact remains, I am a woman.