Through his eyes

Every day, a new case of rape is highlighted in the media. Rape and murder of a 13-year-old, rape and murder of a 9month infant, rape of a mentally disabled woman, rape of a daughter... Surrounding all this, I've been seeing a strong force in the social media demanding violent prosecution of the rapist, as severe as a death penalty. But, what we are failing to understand is that Rape, sexual abuse, sexual harassment is rooted deep, beyond our general understanding. It's a result of hundreds of factors, and sadly, we too are responsible for some of it. I get messages every day, asking me to do something regarding the increasing cases of rape in our country. I then think of my strongest strength, my voice. Rape culture is a complex subject. It starts with the smallest of matters that we never even consider to be important. Remember the guy who eve teased you while you were walking along the streets of Ratna Park. No big deal, right? No! This is what's wrong. The gu

Colors -Shrinkhala Khatiwada MN Talent round, 2018 I was 9 years old, When I sold my nudity To a man 10 years older, for some yellow candies. As he stripped my pink princess dress off I was no longer My red cheeks or my big brown eyes For him, I was my pink vagina, I was my ungrown breasts I was my pale nipples. An innocent 9 year old was now, Just. Another. Naked. Female. Body. I stood there in spotlight As he touched his private parts Making faces that I could not recognize And yet.. I smiled. I smiled and I said yes, I said yes and I smiled I said YES.. cause.. That’s what you are supposed to do, right? Say yes and smile to any man, who Sugarcoats words and offers them to you like candies Who calls you the prettiest little girl in the world. Seven years later, riding my bike through the mustards fields, The yellow suddenly blinds me. As the image of him, his face, his grin as he opened his palms Offering me my favorite yellow candies Hits me! The