It was a bustling weekday in the town bus stand. Hoardes of people jostled under the dim streetlights during the late evening hour. 

’70A’ arrived. The huge wave of crowd rushed towards the bus. The girl was one among the crowd. Everybody rushed past her, shoving her behind. As she was frantically moving to catch the bus, there it was. A grope. It wasn’t accidental, it was as intentional as it could ever be. She could not see the face of the guy who did it. He disappeared into the mob of people around her. All she could do was shout silently. A tear rolled from her eyes. Somehow, she managed to catch the bus. In spite of being fully clothed, she felt stark naked. And there was nothing she could do about it. 

That’s when the little girl in her was gone. A feminist was born. 


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