I saw her standing on the middle of the road. Last night. I was going home from office. It was nearly 11.30, road was almost empty, with two or three cars passing by rarely.
I was alone, sitting on the back seat of the car I was looking at the river Ganges. On the other side of the river I could see lights of Kolkata. It was clearly visible. The buildings, roads, passing cars with their headlights on. It was a serene and terrific sight.
Suddenly car's headlight flashed on a bare woman body. From a good distance it was quite clear that it was a woman, standing on the middle of the raod, completely nude.
She was short. Fair. Curvaceous.
On her left side river Ganges was flowing slowly. The night was replete with silence. Only few nocturnal men who sat on the river side or came to the burning ghat for cremation, were there, looking at her with greedy puzzle on their eyes.
The woman, stark nude, stood like a statue against the backdrop of ancient male dominance on a riverside which was, for centuries, referred to be as the most sacred river of India.
The woman stood on her side as an irony.