I was in grade six then. I was walking in a nearby neighborhood when a man riding on a bike suddenly grabbed my breast. The 11-year-old me was stunned and wasn’t able to move for about a few seconds. When I looked back, there was the unruly guy, on his bicycle, smiling mischievously.
I didn’t walk alone in that village anymore. Nor did I return to that place ever again.
I felt a stranger sexually harassed me.