It felt good...

'I, Suchismita Das am sorry to inform you that henceforward I will discontinue my services for your esteemed house on personal grounds'--it felt good to have ended an ordeal that otherwise would have taken me another accident to walk out of. It feels great to be a woman but now that I am growing in years and sensibly too, I've known there are more cons than pros when I'd have to enumerate 'being a woman'. Whether we acknowledge it or not we hardly realize that at the end of the day we are petty creatures left to battle the sexual bias all by ourselves. Till late, or precisely till today, this very moment I did not know that sexual harassment could have such strange methods of being implicated. In retrospect, I felt, I jumped into it with eyes wide open but the brain so oblivious; I could not fathom the depth of the thick soup I was drowning in. Choking, suffocating and at all times holding on to the twig that would hardly bear my weight. But I managed to find the shore right when the twig gave way. This is it with most of us when all is over it dawns on us that we were so STUPID! But having reached the shore I garnered all the courage to pen that spite on paper and no words and no emotional outburst could oh! so wonderfully release me off this burden of harassment. 'I quit' sometimes could just be loaded with meaning--I win!