The Kumaran incident

That afternoon at Kumaran, I was trying to select a salwar. Two men beside me were purchasing a saree, apparently for their sister. Since I was of a similar build and colour, they requested that I permit them to 'test it' on me. One man draped the saree across my shoulder, while the other ran around to the other side to adjust it. Then, just like that, their fingers began roaming over my chest. It took a few seconds before I realised what was happening. I wanted to scream, complain to the salesman; but I found I couldn't speak, just like before; and I stood there with tears in my eyes, staring at the floor, willing my body to move.
Probably it was the salesman's voice - mildly concerned, floating towards me - that jerked me out of my helplessness. I broke away from the counter then, running madly for the door, not caring if people saw my tears.

- what she said.