It was a monsoon evening. I was returning home from my office in CGO Complex. The traffic was at its peak. It was raining heavily. The umbrella was there but it was hardly of any help. Due to construction work going all over, the entire road was dug up and pits were open, too. The water on the road was ankle deep. I started walking slowly towards Jawahar Lal Nehru stadium. There were no autos. Commuters were walking in a single queue. I was following a tall man. As we proceeded, the water level rose. I was scared of falling in a pit. I gathered all my courage and asked the man hesitantly — “Bhaiya kya aap yeh raaste cross karne mein meri help kar sakte hain please (Brother... can you help me cross this stretch please).”
He looked at me and said, “Aiye Bahenji (come sister).” I held his shirt from the back and he helped me cross the pool of muddy water. People were looking at me. The man helped me in jumping across pools. As I finally stepped on the dry land, I thanked him and he replied saying, “Koi baat nahin (it’s ok).” It was then that I realised that Delhi is not that bad. People are also helpful and women are not always unsafe.
— Reena P. Raj