Scream quietly or the neighbors will hear
“I just saw a guy hitting his wife.” We were passing by the JJ flyover, when my friend made this comment after looking outside. Choked as the city is, the flyover lets commuters inadvertently peek into the windows of homes that overlook it. While there was no way of knowing if it was indeed a man hitting his wife, what was clear was that there were a man and woman involved. This got us talking about domestic violence. I straight away said that I had never once come across it in my family. Till I was about 14, the only thing my parents fought about was chores, and this in a rather non-traditional way. Both would insist on not letting the other do any work, and so I grew up with this as the “normal” (and unconsciously idolising my parents as the perfect couple) – couples were meant to resolve conflicts without ever raising their voices, let alone descend to violence. Will she just cover it up with makeup? It was beyond me to imagine my father hitting my mother, I