It all started at around 8 AM.
As the rain battered her window, Sujata struggled to open her eyes and tried to blindly feel her phone on the bed side table. That was a habit she had developed in the last four years since she had been a journalist. Phone first, shit and shower later. 

When her hand rubbed against her spectacles, she putting them on to see that her phone had 87 Twitter notifications.  

That was a first. After four years of working as a journalist, people began recognising her on social media as well. But, dozens of twitter notifications overnight was not common. 

“Rape that bitch”
Sujata sat up straight in an instant, rapidly scrolling through her notifications.

One man had graphic descriptions of how to rape and kill her. As she read it, a bead of sweat trickled down the nape of her neck. She wanted to move her arm, but it felt frozen. Her spectacles were foggy and for a second she was not sure if the rain was outside the window or inside her room. Drenched in sweat, she tried to focus her attention on the wall opposite the bed, which had a Che Guevara poster. 

After what felt like hours, but was merely five minutes, she looked down at her phone again. Now, the threats were gushing in. At one specific notification, she paused. A twitter handle JaiBharatHindu3  had posted her address. As soon as her brain registered the message, she threw the phone away, as if it had caught fire.