Don't harass women in public
I remember traveling one day in the local train in Mumbai with my mother, my younger sister and brother.
The compartment was extremely crowded. As we prepared to disembark, I felt my skirt being lifted and someone groping my private parts. It was terrible. I wanted to scream, but my voice would have drowned in the noise of the crowd. I wanted to push the hands away, but my arms were pinned to my body. I wanted to cry but could only think to myself, "Stop it! Please stop touching me."
I was 13 years old.
I never told anyone about that day until recently.… Seguir leyendo »