it was a usual monday morning, tapping my feet to the blaring music i didn't think that anything extraordinary could happen. i was casually looking out of the window of the 29C, seeing the same things the same view unchanged. just as i was nearing my bus stop, i felt this hand from outside the window touch me...i turned, i saw the man, he took his hand off, and he hopped off the bus - and that was it. i couldn't do anything, helpless, tears rolled down my cheeks. i was angry and more than that - i felt abused.
it's become so easy to enter into someone else's personal space...when i'm waiting for a bus, the men come touch your back, graze their fingers near your hand...and the sad part is, you can't say anything only cause you don't know if it was a mistake or on purpose...and who's going to take your side anyway?
in a small way, minute infact, i realised what a rape victim or one who has been molested must feel...
it's become so easy to enter into someone else's personal space...when i'm waiting for a bus, the men come touch your back, graze their fingers near your hand...and the sad part is, you can't say anything only cause you don't know if it was a mistake or on purpose...and who's going to take your side anyway?
in a small way, minute infact, i realised what a rape victim or one who has been molested must feel...
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