I am a woman, and I'm from Siliguri. People often assume their hometown is “safe,” but my memories tell a different story—strangers following me home, catcalling, eve-teasing. Once, a bus conductor groped me just as I was stepping out. By the time I processed what had happened, the bus was gone.
These are only fragments of a much bigger reality. In 22 years of living in West Bengal, nearly four in Bengaluru, and the last year and a half in Delhi—while also travelling solo across India for work, I’ve realised one painful truth: wherever I go, I carry an invisible layer of caution with me.