On The Other Side of Yellow Line

What importance a mere line could hold in a person’s life ?Hmm…people of north India specially NCR region are well familiar with metro and its yellow line concept. Well the one compartment on the other side of yellow line is reserved for women. Just a gesture of government for making safe and easy journey for fairer sex. With my many Delhi trips and spending enough time in metro my hyperactive brain was always observing all things around there and then it striked me Hey i too had a yellow line in my life and i did prefer to remain on one side of it. What created that line ?Even i don’t remember the circumstances. It surely wasn’t some heart breaking incident, or shocking revealation, neither some devasting accident …then what? May be it was created due to all the tit bit things happened (happens almost in every girl’s life) a smile taken wrong, genuine sweetness and care thought of wrong intentions, indecent touch, stares, in my case an additional factor was my one month journey by city bus during training period(after which i decided to avoid public transport as much as possible and am still on my vow).Also some passive  factors were there like a restriction on behavior, words ,even way of talking while dealing with darker sex and opposite to all this in the company of my community there was an acceptance ,no fakeness ,no twice thinking of what i have to say, to wear ,to behave. So from school to college eventually the line got darker and darker. And i never needed to get out of my comfort zone. I was so much far on the one side of yellow line that initial steps of closest friends were futile and i was adamant. But it happens ……just like…sometime you are just on time when metro is leaving and can’t run upto that line. It happened and it was like a new experience i was on the side of yellow line. Hmm…it was not that horrible that i had thought and imagined. Maybe i was overprotective for myself. Maybe some bad experiences were engulfing my thought process.

So finally i do crossed yellow line. Its not totally perfect still sour experiences happen but i don’t care now. Afterall now i have access to all the compartments ….not only of metro but also of life.