"Haven't I told you not to stand on the road and hitch a ride like that?" shouted the brother. He was very upset at the sister. This was the third time in 2 months she had come home with the complaint of being molested. He had warned her not to get into those cabs which offered a ride. "Why don't you just wait for the bus?" he tried to advise her.
"But the buses are so crowded, and those old men are always leaning on me. Isn't that molestation too? And not all cab drivers are bad, okay?" revolted an exasperated sister.
She was upset that he was debating with her when he should be consoling.
"I know these cab drivers, or any male driver for that matter. I have walked on that road so many times but they never stop to give me a ride. When they see women walking, they will all slow down as if it's some social service they are doing."
Sister looked away as if in disgust of her brother's argument.
"They have no goodness sister. It is not helping you that matters to them. You have no value in their eyes. They only value your body. That's what its all about. They want to help you in the hope of getting a favour in return. That's why you had a third molestation attempt in 2 months. Don't you get it? They only value your body..."
"Please brother. I had enough of your parochial judgments. I have many guy friends and they all value me properly. The world of men has kind souls too..."
"You never know sister. Maybe your guy friends are just waiting for a weak moment. The body of a woman is what a man always values..." trumpeted the furious brother. "I will prove it to you. I will hitchhike on that road tomorrow. And let's see how many of your so-called kind men stop to give me a ride..."
And next day, as he had announced, the brother walked the road, waving at every car passing by, asking for a ride. The sister followed far behind, watching him. Many cars slowed down seeing her, but she ignored them. The same cars just drove past the brother, even though he gestured at them.
Sister did not make any judgement yet. She watched with patience.
Then finally one car stopped to pick the brother. It was one that had not slowed for her. Sister was overjoyed. The brother had just been proven wrong. She got into the next available cab and rushed home to face her brother. When she reached home, the brother had not yet reached. She waited for hours, and he wasn't to be seen yet. She stayed up the whole night waiting for him. The next morning they found the brother's body dumped on a street far away. His kidneys were missing.
While a woman is valued for her entire body, a man, it seems, is valued only for his kidneys. The world of men is, after all, still kind to the women.