I wear T-shirt

I am sure many of us like to wear T- shirts teamed with jeans, especially in the scorching heat of summer in Delhi. It is comfortable and gives me confidence. Many comments “you wear only T- shirts. Sometimes wear something else too”. I tried salwar kameez, kurta with jeans. But, nah that do not give me the necessary confidence to walk alone on the streets of Delhi, to board a bus packed with people and to travel right front north campus to south Delhi every morning and evening and Monday to Friday. Therefore, I wear t-shirts and jeans with shoes. I have a huge back- pack too to add on my confidence- staffed with things that I need every now and then- medicines (especially migraine), water bottle and many more. I try to look away when people look at me. They do not look at you nicely. They have a unique smile on their faces and a unique look in their eyes. Sometimes I try to look at hem too. I found they do not look at your face. They look at a little below your neck and have a sickening slime. For them my identity as a woman does not lie on my face but it essentially lies there. They look at me and passes smile because I violate them and their sense of leadership by walking alone, traveling alone. I walk alone; I dare to walk alone wearing a t-shirt, a dress code of male identity. I am paying that price. My mother feels proud to hear that I travel alone. (However, sometimes she is scared too, regarding my safety). Nevertheless, the man folk do not feel the same way. I violate their sense of superiority and I wear a t-shirt.