But that changed last year, when I got a job at Ola. I had to wear t-shirts and pants—that was our uniform. Naturally, I became conscious of being ‘different’ from other girls. On my way to and from work, I’d awkwardly walk through the lanes of my village making sure people wouldn’t pass comments. My heart would beat faster every time I’d cross someone. I’d worry that they would comment on my attire.