One among many…
I was at the reservation counter of Thampanoor railway station to have my ticket booked for yet another travelling experience. For me, railway stations, markets, malls all serve as venues for people watching. Smart women rarely make their presence felt, so I was kind of intrigued by the chic smart lady behind the counter. I had first noticed her a year back or so. This was the third time. And I waited to see if she behaved the same way as she did on all the previous occasions. No sooner had the counter opened, I heard her angry voice battering the poor guy in front of her. And for the third time, I wished my token number showed up in front of her screen. I wished I could pick up an argument with her. I wished I could use my authority to yell at her for being so rude.
For me, she was an absolute feminist. Women who abused men with their power status!
