By Anandi Kar How Inconsequential it is to be Angry at the Stranger Who Grabbed My Breast For the first time I felt the rush of time spraying all over my body like a broken garden sprinkler when a man touched my breast and ran. The fridge, at home, glowed with the yellow of the … Continue reading How Inconsequential It Is To Be Angry at the Stranger Who Grabbed My Breast and Remembering Loneliness
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