An evening walk for me is all about strolling on the sidewalk, taking in the breezy Chennai air, and having enough road sense while crossing streets or stalling for a quick neighbour talk by the pavement, in order to make enough room for other pedestrians.
While being mindful of common ground is the first step towards dusky (or dusty?) city traffic, being mindlessly drunk and walking in 'full swing' is anywhere but sensible. TASMAC is the lively drunkard's omnipresent trademark. The outlet represents the flowing population that boozes the evening and the night away come what may. The masculine stupor drinks in any feminine sight in view, irrespective of the size or age. Half empty or half full, the 'clink' of bottles drowns the sounds of vehicles, as women like me wait or dodge for the senseless to pass, while our surge of fear for safety goes down the drain.
Feeling secure and safe are a dream for most metro women and feeling unsafe and insecure a living nightmare.
To talk the walk is safer a topic than walk the talk.Here's to having a dream!!
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