So, the other day, I had a hip into a man’s face. Then, a hand up a man’s thigh. A couple of hand brushings. A pat on a man’s head. I’m like a terrified bird in crowded public spaces. Arms and legs flapping, and going god-knows-where. Any wonder then that I prefer to stay at home?
Later, in the train, a gentle lady next to me explained patiently to all contenders coveting the 4th seat, “We all have hips”. Since the 4th lady too usually had hips herself, she didn’t grumble, or try to squeeze in nevertheless, as a younger girl with no hips may have.