Sharon Eappen

  One of my earliest memories of men empowering little girls goes back to my 11 th or 12 th grade. This was when I was a couple of months into blogging and was getting a hold of vocalizing my stance on more controversial issues. It was during this time that I had particularly written about my feelings on being forced to cover my hair during worship and sent it as a WhatsApp text to a clergyman of my church, let us call him MM.   MM was more than delighted to read it. He even wanted to share it with his friends and sent me a screenshot of a particular response by a woman who didn’t even know me. I thought maybe a certain few would be able to relate to it and so decided to go ahead and put it on the blog. While putting it up, as protocol went, I also shared it around, not thinking too much about it. But one of the responses is something that will stick with me for life.   The next day or the day after, I received a message from another clergyman, let’s call him MV...