There have been numerous occasions when I was touched inappropriately when going to school even as a child. I was groped by a passerby going on a bicycle at the age of 13.
I felt this embarrassing but didn’t share these experiences with my parents. Slowly it became a norm, experiencing these now and then during college days.
When I was in Bangalore for work there have been several occasions when I was eve-teased while waiting in Bus stops and shopping malls. Inappropriate touching almost on public transport reached a point where I started attacking back the molesters with safety pins and stamping their feet with my block heel sandals.
I even started verbally attacking them and shaming them on public transports for their disgusting behaviour.
On one of the occasions when I was waiting at a Bus stop, I was eve teased for over 15 to 20 minutes and my temper rose with every minute passing by.
I sat on one of the seats on the platform ignoring this man. He sat next to me almost touching me. When I looked at him with anger, he winked. I gathered all courage and strength and swung my bag pack full of books at his face and used all the slurs at him that I had ever known. I grabbed the attention of few other people waiting around. Unfortunately, nobody intervened but this guy ran away and quickly got into a moving bus. This all happened when I was 22.
Today, I’m not someone who will stay quiet if someone ever-teases and touches me appropriately. I’m sure to attack the molester back in my own capacity by verbally shaming him in the public.
My anger gave me the courage…
There have been numerous occasions when I was touched inappropriately when going to school even as a child. I was groped by a passerby going on a bicycle at the age of 13.I felt this embarrassing but didn’t share these experiences with my parents. Slowly it became a norm, experiencing these now and then during college days.When I was in Bangalore for work there have been several occasions when I was eve-teased while waiting in Bus stops and shopping malls.…
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