Just another regular day in a 9:30 am local

Shraddha Hosatti
2 min readJun 14, 2021

Sitting on my bed, trying to choose the outfit I am going to wear to college. I pick out an off-shoulder top without thinking and get ready. While walking out of my house, my dad asks me to change because it is not safe out there. My mom asks me to cover it because it is not safe out there. My brother tells me how ugly I look just to make sure I do not become another article in the newspaper because it’s not safe out there :)
I cover myself just to make my family feel better. I go out and take off my scarf and think that I must be looking amazing. I don’t pay attention to other people staring at me because I think what is the worst that can happen.
I catch the 9:30 am local and sit in first-class ladies. In front of me, there is the first-class compartment for men.
This man starts looking at me. At first, I ignore him because I think that will give him the idea that I am not comfortable.
But as usual, He keeps looking at me like I am a piece of meat. I feel violated. No one touched me but I feel violated. I try to do something on my phone but it keeps bugging me, it constantly feels like he is raping me from his eyes. And when I look again to check whether he is still staring, he looks at me and raises his eyebrows like I m supposed to answer him. Like I m supposed to be flattered by his attention. Why is that?
At first, I think it is not my fault.
But then I feel like maybe I shouldn’t have let my shoulders show. Maybe I shouldn’t have looked at him again.
Maybe I should have listened to my dad.
Why is that he was not taught to not look at other women before going out but I was taught not to wear revealing clothes. Why is it that it is not my fault but I feel guilty and violated?
Why is that his one eyebrow and smile made my whole body jump?
Why is that he did not commit a crime yet I felt like a victim?

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Shraddha Hosatti
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A blockchain enthusiast by profession, and a hopeless intellect by heart :)