One passionate gender-less soul

Bhatiyarii is an army occupied area in Bangladesh which has all sort of natural beauty. From lakes to mountains to herb covered landscapes to sky touching zigzag hills where once you are lost you found a way to your soul. Away from the city bhatiyarii welcomes you with a pin drop silence where butterfly shows you directions and the rest follow you through. That might sound ideal but I have lived through it. One the way we took taxi which could only go up to city gate. For rest of the journey we had to take another taxi however we changed our mind on hiring another taxi to joining public transport that was very cheap compared to the taxi fare plus it sounded more adventurous. Under the pinching sun we waited for a few minutes until the tempo ( public bus) came. There were no seats to sit so we opted to stand at the back of the vehicle, rather. That was such a choice I could never say no to. The very first experience of travelling in my life which I always looked up to. I have always seen guys hooking themselves up at the back of the vehicles when there were no seats but for ladies that was a can't do job. Yes I did it, I did what I always wondered for. I did what was always on my to do list. Not just me but two of my other friends joined. On the vehicle there was only one lady seated and the rest were men. The kept looking at us as with admiration and inspiration as if we were some aliens coming to their land and enjoying nearly an impossible task carried out by at least women of their society. Perhaps we were the first ever ladies every one on the road, at signals looked at with wonder. What might they be thinking of us? Where did they think we were from? How did they judge our friendly behavior of waving back at them and passing smiles? With the air flying my hair up and down and seeing the buzz of the city like a free bird I deadly wished for a world free of gender based stereotypes. The moment I was exploring a new way of ride I did not give much attention to how the men eyes were looking at us but when I came back and hit my bed my eyes kept reflecting the flash light of cameras and eyes staring at us I kept thinking \"does this world only belong to men