This happened sometime ago and I can’t remember if I wrote about it or not.
As a full time Uni student, I suddenly found I need a new bookshelf and bought one without thinking where I was going to keep it. I like my bedroom sparsely furnished and I hate clutter. So, I ended up keeping the bookshelf in the closet..it is an ideal place, if only I could remember that the walk in wardrobe has now become squeeze in wardrobe..I often end up bumping my arm on the corner of the book shelf. Along the same time, my friend bought a new dining table at his place and I bumped my thigh in the corner of that as well. (I misjudged the height)
And then I went to do grocery shopping wearing a singlet and shorts.
The lady standing in front of me at the checkout kept looking at me funnily.
Perhaps this was the first time she was a scantily clad Indian woman.. I thought to myself.
As I walked out of the shop, I noticed that the same lady was standing outside and when our eyes met, she said
“Yes?” I asked her
“I am so sorry to bother you, but I noticed the blue black marks on your body and wanted to tell you that, you don’t have to take this, there are laws in this country that can protect you”
It took me a few seconds to get what she was trying to tell me. She thought I was a victim of domestic violence.
I explained to her that I will never ever tolerate abuse of any form and that the blue black markings on my body was my own making.
It felt so good.. that people care.. even when they are strangers..