There is only one word !

La Loba, the Wolf Woman, walks where no one wants to walk.

She enters deserts made of abandonment and silence.
She gathers bones—especially wolf bones—what the world has already decided as useless, finished, unworthy of mourning.

The bones represent Dignity which the society feels unworthy !

The one word is Dignity.

With infinite patience, she lays them down.
Bone by bone.
No haste. No apology.
Not to impress.
Not to comply.
But to reveal.

Looking back at 2017–18 still tightens something in my chest. I worked 15 hours a day, day after day—without a meaningful increment, without recognition. Most nights, I returned home at 2 a.m., alone in a hired cab, carrying exhaustion that had nowhere to rest.

Then came a moment in 2018 that asked too much of me.
An offer I was expected to accept—but only by changing my personal choices, by surrendering something far more valuable than a job: my dignity.

I stepped back. And for that, I was fired.

I chose to fight—legally, honestly—believing that standing up for oneself should count for something. The fight ended quietly. With 40% of the  claimed settlement, and the rest paid as the cost of choosing self-respect and dignity.

Yet even now, I know this much:
I lost money—but I did not lose myself.

But there was always a lawyer inside me — myself. 

And that lawyer chose to step into the very tests that same group ran on me last 2 years. Because I trusted myself enough to let the truth reveal itself.

I knew one thing with absolute clarity: the moment they trampled my dignity, they were silently trampling their own.

When it comes to Dignity no woman can be gentler.

And breath returns.
Flesh returns. Freedom returns.
Not as escape, but as belonging to oneself.

The wolf rises—alive, untamed—howling its truth into the night.

I leveraged the moment.
I let them speak.
I let them perform.
I let them expose themselves.

And in that test, their masks slipped.
Their intentions showed. Their cruelty stood naked in its own light.
That they—and their entire team—were no different from Rajvir in that video.

Forget my bag, my hair, my clothes.
How does any of my biological feelings give them the right to judge my character—
or to humiliate another human being?

They may have lived one kind of life for twenty years; mine has been different. Iam a Virgin.
Difference does not erase humanity.

I could have rejected those tests...but there was a need to prove myself to myself.

I walked away intact— with my dignity breathing, my truth alive, and my freedom untouched.
Not loud.
Not reckless.
But Gentler.

Yes, my story may look worthless to some.
But it was necessary—necessary for me to prove myself to myself.

Because without that journey, breath would not have returned.
Flesh would not have returned.
Freedom would not have returned.
I realised "I Belong to Myself"

And for that awakening, I thank Amitabh—for the poem that held up a mirror.

Love and belonging are not rewards for creating an impact.
They are human rights not an outcome of performance review.

A system that makes belonging conditional is not asking for excellence;
it is enforcing exclusion.

“The opposite of belonging is not isolation. It is conditional acceptance - Fitting In”

Dignity is the foundation of belonging.
Remove it, and the capacity to create impact collapses.

You can give it any name you like.
Laziness.
Lack of skill.
Lack of talent.
You can stack your stories one on top of the other, dress them up as logic, hide them behind authority.

But I have one word—just one— that shatters every one of their narratives. Dignity.

Is there any respite for the hardworking ?

There is no returning to a system that demands fitting in.
But the moment you step into a different system — I am ready to return.

Of that, I am 100% certain.