Take back the streets
"Pull up the hood of your rickshaw," I heard for the hundredth time. It was a very nice day, with the wind blowing, and the sun making occasional appearances. But the hood of the rickshaw had to be put up. After all, I had to ’hide’ myself from the numerous gawking eyes that always followed me throughout the journey from Mohammadpur to Elephant Road, where I went to study my A-levels.
Out of sight of my parents, I would always pull down the hood, and unfortunately (...)