**Based on a true incident**
If you have ever been to Dadar Station ( Mumbai ), you already know how crowded it gets at times and after a second of a train's arrival people start to board and deboard it like a flock of sheep.
It was a pretty hostile day and in my misfortune, I couldn't get a place to stand properly, let alone a place to sit.
As I settled down, I found myself standing behind a girl. She was a girl with a gloomy facial feature - winged eyeliner, a white fitted top and a grey bag and she seemed to have overused perfume.
We were like two strangers heading towards different destinations like I and others were but then came a guy who was in his mid-twenties stood beside me.
A havoc seemed to have created, first he unsettled us by searching something in his bag, then he almost pushed an old man just to take the cell out of his pocket.
After a while he started to stare at me - he was staring at me in the way I stare at people if they criticize the food I like - the fire in my eyes can burn cities.
It made me sheer uncomfortable being stared at with hatred and that too by a stranger can make anyone that way. I thought to initiate a conversation. I dropped the Idea.
I should not have because in the other moment, he held me by my collar and said his first words to me, " Madarchod , tm iss larki ke sath kya kar rahe ho ?".
I was dazzled. I had no clue what made him so angry that he didn't hesitate to curse my mother but that had made me no less angry.
I shrugged his hand rapidly and that made him move backward in his place. The girl in front of me was dazed.
" Tumhe bilkul sharam nahi , tum iss larki ke sath train mei badtameezi kar rahe ho ,
Aap daro mat ma'am , hum apke sath hai ".
He said to the girl.
" Excuse me ? " Was the girl's reply.
" Main ne kuch nahi kia , mujhe piche se push kia ja raha tha." I blurted at him.
The other two men and a woman popped in and straightaway asked the girl, " Kya isne kuch badtameezi ki tumhare sath" ?
She looked at me exasperated and said,
" Inhe sirf piche se push kia ja raha tha , ulta yeh physical contact avoid kar rahe tah."
I took a sigh of relief.
She spoke further, " Woh insaan sirf hero banne ki kosis kar raha hai ".
It was enough for them to trust her and they all told him to apologize.
To my surprise, he had something else to say.
" Esi larkiya tight kapre pehen k aati hai , inhe insab cheezo se koi problem bhi nahi."
Before I could punch his face, the train stopped and he disappeared into the crowd.
If I will ever meet that girl again, I will thank her once again, more than I had thanked her for that time and more than thanking her, I would cajole her as she was upset with the man's words.
I don't know if it was the incident or the girl, but I started to respect girls a little more after that.