#MeToo
Two small words with an immense impact. A voice that said I will take it no more. A voice that clearly claimed that I will not stand in a corner hiding with an imposed shame. A collective voice that rang across the world. A voice that echoed over and over again – loudly, strongly, repeatedly. I heard it, read about it, was disgusted by it and wept with it. But all along I was silent. Not anymore. I religiously attended GRE classes at 7 AM on a Sunday morning. I was bright-eyed with star-spangled dreams and a mind yearning to learn more math. For two hours I sat frozen as the professor pawed his hand on my hip under the guise of clearing my doubts. I was 21. I was bicycling home from school. An unknown stranger followed me right outside, wildly squeezed my right breast and took off. I was 15. I went swimming with my family. I loved the water and strayed too far from my group. A random stranger repeated touched my privates until I swam away back to my family. I w...