Dress Policing in India: I cannot remember when was the first time I ever wore a pair of jeans. They have always been a part of my wardrobe. I do remember one specific incident though. Once my grandfather spoke to me about the restrictions women had to face when he was young. “And now look […]

While the girl’s grandfather has been arrested in connection with her death, her uncles are still absconding.

Pulling down my skirt and making sure my bra isn’t tightly underwired or a non-neutral colour makes me think I have to use my uniform as some kind of shield.

Our clothes don’t define our disposition. Befriending guys doesn’t reflect upon our characters. Being too loud or confident doesn’t snatch away our femininity. And education can never spoil us.