I had recently joined a college to do my BA in psychology. Everything was new and exciting - new friends and new experiences! Then I had an experience against my will which transformed all this excitement and enthusiasm that I was feeling into a dark knotted ball of anxiety and anger. I was with my friends in a BMTC bus (201D) going to Koramangala from Indiranagar. We were all wearing kurtas and salwars (not that it should matter), no make up on our young faces and text books in hand. We started off in the ladies section and before you know it, we were pushed towards the male section. I was merrily chatting away with a friend completely oblivious to the danger of being in this space and that's when I felt something very hard pressed against my lower back. I had no idea what that was and when it started to move against my kurta i felt dirty and scared. A hand then pressed against my butt and slowly pinched it a few times. I was scared. Too scared to look back. I looked at my friends and said we need to get off. They must have seen the fear in my eyes as they agreed to jump off without question. The bus had slowed in traffic and we jumped out. I had a patch on my kurta. I wept all the way to college in an auto.