I glared at him and sternly, yet politely asked him to stand a little away from me. And this time it wasn’t just a brush, he was literally pressing it against me. But then again, I felt his crotch against my hips. For around 5 minutes after, nothing happened, and I relaxed. I just gave him a semi-intense look and turned back, cautious of another move from him. It was a middle-aged man staring back at me with a blank expression.
And it did! This third time I also felt someone pressing against me, so, I did turn around to see who it was. I decided that if it happens again, I would turn around and see who was behind me. This time, I felt a little uncomfortable. Since the bus was so crowded that we were literally squashed against each other, I just ignored it. Five minutes into the journey, I felt someone touching me from behind. Before I knew, I had also been pushed on board. As I was waiting for the bus, the number of people waiting along with me started increasing and as soon as the bus arrived, people literally flung themselves upon it. Due to some issues, the number of buses plying on that route were very few that day, and hence every bus was overcrowded. I was at the Chandigarh bus stop waiting for a bus to Zirakpur.
