The man started shouting and refused to get down.
Luckily, the conductor believed me, gave the man his ticket fare, and asked him to get off the bus. A person standing next to me also said that he had seen me getting uneasy and also warning that man to stand away from me. The conductor intervened and I explained the situation to him. While a few people in the bus tried to make peace, most of the passengers just chose to ignore what was going on.
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The fight escalated and the driver had to stop the bus. He even had the audacity to say, “It was just a touch, why are you getting so hyper about it?”. So, I publically confronted him and as expected, he denied it saying that with the bus being so packed, it wasn’t his fault. Though I was a little scared, I was also furious. Without even thinking I stomped my foot really hard on his foot and heard him yell. The horror came back as he did it again with more force and for longer – something inside me just snapped. I didn’t know what to do and there was this inherent hesitation regarding speaking up about it. I was 14, and I had never experienced something like this before. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. I tried to shift a little towards the left – however, I couldn’t move much due to the lack of room. He stared back at me for a few seconds and then started looking around as if he had no idea what I was talking about. I thought that if I made it clear that I understood what he was doing, maybe he would back off. 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.