BY DHANYA NAIR
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he year was 2008, the place Chennai, and the time 7pm; a perfect time to enjoy a walk after a day’s hard work. I was with a girl friend just outside my hostel when a man intelligently covering his face on a cycle passed by, his hand pawing my breast. Anger rose in our blood, and we ran behind him only to find him laughing at his “prey” before disappearing into the night.
