The Bumpy Ride
Sonia walked out of the metro station wrapping her shawl around her as the smog hit her. This road was always crowded with tempos and mini trucks, which made the pollution almost violent at this junction. She saw the lone scruffy haggard auto driver staring at her. She tried to avoid him and look around but at this busy time of the evening, she was lucky to get a vacant auto rickshaw. Her home was only a 10-minute walk from the station but the traffic was horrendous and it was nearly impossible to cross the street. And the most unsafe part was the walk inside the colony. There were no streetlights making it uncomfortably dark and normally it was deserted apart from the roadside hooligans. Sonia noticed the auto rickshaw had a ‘ Womens respect is my honour’ sticker on the back. She smirked; all of them had put it up since that terrifying incident 2 years ago. Delhi had been labeled the rape capital of the world when the details of the gang rape and murder had beco
