“I don’t know who is contesting. I don’t understand politics. I have come here only because my husband directed me to. He told me the symbol and number I should choose.”
As I watched a group of sheep grazing next to the pooling booth, I was forced to ponder over the words I had heard, from the only woman who had dared to defy the norms and accompany her husband to the polling station, in my area. I wondered whether I could dare to compare the two.
This couple riding on a motor bike, breaking the deafening silence, had emerged out of nowhere towards the polling booth, raising many brows as to who was daring to defy the norm. Their faces were half-covered as though, in embarrassment, to hide the shame of going against the tide, to exercise what is believed to be the democratic right of any citizen – they had come to vote!
