Series 4 Chandni Chowk Part 3 “We exist, though, don’t we?”

“It’s sad, isn’t it?” the first woman says

She looks older than the other woman, taller, with crows’ feet around her eyes and wrinkles lining her cheeks

“They didn’t send her to jail, but now she’s stuck in the old age home

I really don’t know what to make of it

Poor doll,” she adds, as an afterthought

The second woman shrugs

She is the younger one of the two; she walks with quickness in her steps that the other woman lacks, and her eyes are bright and alert in the dreariness of a typical winter morning in Lahore

“I think she deserved it

But it is sad, yes

What I don’t understand is why, why don’t they just do something about rape in marriage — those big shots in the parliament

” “Shush,” the older woman chastises the younger one

They have reached the bus stop, and she lowers her voice as she continues talking — the early morning commuters look more sleepy than dangerous, but the older woman is not willing to take any chances

“I agree with you,” she says

“But in a society like ours, I think people are content to think that this—these problems just don’t… exist

” The younger woman scoffs, just as the bus rolls up the tarmac and screeches to a halt in front of them

She looks at the older woman as they climb onto the bus; pausing on the metal steps, she comments lightly over her shoulder, “We exist, though, don’t we? Why not do something about it?” Smiling slightly, she disappears into the melee of the bus, tucking her margarine-esque hair under the collar of her very expensive, bright-pink sweater

The older woman follows, wondering what exactly she means

Date:11-Apr-2016 Reference:View Original Link