I have been jostled, brushed against and been bumped into, several times, while crossing the streets at Gariahat Crossing. I remember waiting for the bus one day, and realizing that an old unkempt man, standing nearby, was staring. I walked away hoping to get rid of him, but it was not enough. He kept trailing me. It was late evening, the streets were still crowded, I was not scared, but it was so unpleasant. A bus arrived and I feinted trying to climb it, he was right there behind me. I waited for my bus, trying to ignore him. The bus finally arrived, and I ignored it till it was almost moving, and then rushed to get it. The man was not quick enough, and I went home alone.