A Sane Advice
The chai vendor hummed a Bollywood tune as he served kullad chai on the train. Amid his busy hands and croaky voice, he seemed unaware of my discomfort from the elderly uncle beside me, who was making unwanted advances. When hot tea splashed on the uncle’s hands, causing him to rush to the toilet, I saw the vendor’s knowing gaze. He handed me a kullad I hadn’t asked for and whispered, “Don’t tolerate such leeches, Beti,” giving me the confidence to speak up. Not in capes, but humble heroes in dirty dhotis and torn vests found ways to protect others.
Mona
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