Being 16

I was 20 and travelling by bus in Bombay and sitting on the aisle seat. This man who was looked like he was roughly 50-60 kept rubbing against my left arm. As soon as I realised, i looked up at him and he smiled. Initially, I put it down to 'the bus is crowded and its not his fault' but then it kept happening and began to feel really humiliated.

Action Shero Anonymous

Place: Bombay, India