We’ve all felt it. And we’re tired.

That sudden brush in a metro. The stare that lingers too long on a bus. The hand that "accidentally" touches you in a rickshaw. The biker who slows down just to say something filthy. The silence you sit in after, wondering—was it just me?

Sometimes we speak up. Sometimes we freeze. Sometimes we cry alone. Sometimes we laugh it off because we don’t know what else to do.

And most times—no one even notices. Or worse, they do and choose to