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As I was exiting my metro car, a man boarding reached out, grabbed my thigh, and kept his hand there. Time froze, then sped up again. A woman beside me asked, "did he touch you? I don't know what his face looks like, but I could tell you exactly how it felt when he touched my body. I could feel his handprint on me long after he was gone. Later, when I took a shower, I scrubbed my thigh extra hard, trying to make that feeling go away.

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My Story: I was groped in a crowd

It was our India moment. Rather, we were tucked into the sticky folds and the dingy creases of an uncontrived real-life Indian experience. Most of all, we wondered how on Earth our overnight Indian tourist sleeper bus transformed into a chicken bus stuffed to the gills with what seemed like a crowd of refugees. We missed our train from Mumbai Bombay to Udaipur by minutes. Then, we missed the direct bus by a similar margin. The private bus agent offered us the next available option: a sleeper bus headed in the direction of — but not directly to — Udaipur. The bus would drop us at a dusty spot on the side of the road about kilometers short of Udaipur. The choking cloud of dust released by the seat cushions seemed to indicate otherwise.

I was at the Chandigarh bus stop waiting for a bus to Zirakpur. Due to some issues, the number of buses plying on that route were very few that day, and hence every bus was overcrowded. 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. Before I knew, I had also been pushed on board. Five minutes into the journey, I felt someone touching me from behind.

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