by Priyanka Gupta
EDITOR'S NOTE: The following is an extract from Priyanka Gupta's new book, Journeys Beyond and Within. The extract is selected for its ambiguity and paradoxicality—in short, for its thought-provoking nature. The title of this post is hers.
Remember when you were a little girl? Every evening you waited for your father to return home on his scooter. As soon as you heard him, you stuttered out some unformed words and wailed. Your parents understood.
You wanted to ride the two-wheeler. You cried until he put you down in its leg space. Only a few months old, you couldn’t stand. Sitting down, you clutched the plastic baggage holder up front.
As the scooter vroom-vroomed, you giggled, your cheeks wet with tears.
Your parents say you were stubborn. That you weren’t scared.
Think of that girl. Weren’t you her?
