My mother, one of India’s first women cops, often tells me, “You are lucky. Things were harder when we were young.”
I am not sure if I am lucky at all. At best, I find myself hanging in the middle of nowhere. My mother’s generation at least had the hope of a change. And I am supposed to be the change. But am I?
So much has changed in India since my mother stepped out to work. But two things have remained unchanged — women’s lives and empowerment, and how the men control it.
In her time, it was controlled by her male relatives. In my time, it’s controlled by random males.