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What is the most frustrating thing about being a woman?
Uncomfortable truths no woman will tell you
That overwhelming, all-consuming feeling of utter helplessness.
Picture this :
It’s 7 in the evening. You’re on your way back from a nearby shop to get some change from Dad. The roads are empty, just as they always are; you’re home there because you’ve known the place since childhood. The absence of street-lights doesn’t bother you; you’re familiar with every pothole, every turn.
You hear the sound of approaching engines behind. It must be a two-wheeler, judging by the roar of the vehicle. You give it a wide berth, don’t look back and continue on your way.
All of a sudden, the vehicle stops just behind you. Before you can react, you feel harsh big hands groping you, squeezing your right breast, pinching it real hard. It gets over just as suddenly as it began: the man on the bike drives past. Once a safe distance away, he turns to give you a leer, a triumphant smirk, and then drives away, out of sight.
You’re rooted to the spot, mouth agape in horror, too shaken to take in what just happened. Your senses are in a mess, tears dying to come out, heart wanting to scream, to voice the agony you feel inside.
