A Girl to Womanhood then to dust

It was a Sunday evening and the only day for Goan to be out there on the streets and all the possible public spaces. It was at that time when two fisher women were passing by the Baga Road. One of them was very old and bold whereas the other one was pretty young and shy to walk past the elites who were having a good time with their family and friends at Baga. Some were roaming while some just sat on the rocks and enjoyed the soft summer breeze after a hot sunny day.People say that Goa is safe for women but the truth of the matter is that people don't have the time to attack at gaze upon a woman in the busy schedule that Goa has given them. Marry, a young lady who belonged to a lower strata of the society was a fisher woman by profession. A woman very vulnerable. Vulnerable to this large society. She did know that and on that Sunday evening when all the elite residents of baga were 'chilling' at Baga Beech, she also realized it. As Marry walked with her mother who had already been through the same and by now just did not care, she could not face it. She did not have the courage to face those lusty eyes that possessed power. 

It was a 3 minute walk in which more than 30 lusty eyes had already hit her. Hit her so hard that its wound had pinched her all night. As she returned home all she could think of was those lusty eyes.
She was not like her mother who could take it. She thought over it all night and morning she came to a conclusion. A conclusion, which was based on the series of incidents that, took place before. Like the one on previous evening. 

Marry.....Kutha ahe?

It was her mother's call for her to go to work. 

That's when she had opened the door saying she is no more a fisher woman and that morning she had opened the door wearing a dress that a man would. Her femininity was lost. It was lost in the dust that rolled over Baga that night.