Living in Constant Fear: A Personal Reflection
Living in constant fear has become my new normal. The increasing incidents of rapes and murders make me question my safety every day. It’s been two years since I moved to Bangalore, and I still don’t have five trustworthy friends. Why is that? It’s not because I’m an introvert or shy. I avoid talking to or even looking at people—not even at work. I don’t smile at strangers. The current situation in our country makes me feel like anyone could be a psychopath ready to harm me if I make eye contact, smile, or talk to them. Sometimes, I even worry about my choice of clothing. Nights are sleepless, filled with the glow of my phone as I seek comfort from my family. I double-check that my doors are locked. I wasn’t always this concerned, but now I’m so insecure that I’m afraid to live freely and carefree. Despite being an independent working woman, I’ve become more dependent on my family than I was as a child. It took me a year to start talking to my team and two years to make two friends. I ...