A walk on a promenade is supposed to be innocent..allowing your mind to free float and not think too much. A walk is just that..a walk..you exercise your legs and relax maaro after lunch. I was alone and walking towards the NCPA promenade….got swept away with the beauty of the sea and the seascape to be honest. My mind was relaxed and happy. I crossed the road and continued walking.This man, whom I will never see for the rest of my life, commented on my boobs. I wasn’t sure if he did or not and as always prefer ignoring bullshit thrown in my face like. I am astounded that this man standing in one of the busiest business districts of Mumbai, wearing the clothes of a driver had the audacity to say something. I should then slap myself because I am presuming and assuming on class boundaries which don’t mean much anyways.
Women in this part of town are corporate women, each day I pass girls/women wandering around in corporate attire or not, talking the talk and walking the walk. So where do men get off treating women as nothing more than sexual objects? All this sometimes feels like bullshit and that man contributed to making me feel that the size of my boobs defined me. I was angered at the notion. I was sooooo tempted to make an equally crude remark back at him but I desisted first because I wasn’t sure if it was aimed at me and second because I thought of the consequences of my saying something.
Last Sunday, I and my sister ran away from this strange man who was staring at us intently. My sister later said that we should have given it to him with the umbrella that she was holding and in retrospect I was like fucking hell, we should have definitely done that.
I know who I am and what I represent. I think I speak for most women who are confident and walk where men have walked before boldly. It is society at large that tends to forget…
