When I became editor at Banda, there was the added danger of working in a dacoit-ridden area. We have had men snatch cameras out of our hands, deleting pictures we took. But we’re used to such kind of harassment by now. Very often, we fight back. One time, I was travelling for work in a crowded jeep, when a man tried to feel up my chest. I caught his hand, got the jeep to stop, dragged him out, and with the help of co-passengers, beat him up. But late night assignments get risky, we try not to do too many, especially since we do a lot of our field work on foot. Once I was walking back with a colleague from a faraway village, and we had lost track of time. It was around 11 pm. There were drunk men on the street passing lewd comments. We were extremely scared, so we called up our family members, who had to book a car and come to get us.