I am 11 years old traveling by myself from Wadala to Matunga, barely a 15-minute bus ride in a BEST bus. My grandparents think I am independent and capable enough to undertake this short journey by myself, which I am. I get up from my seat and wait in the corner of the gangway of this double…
Another must read. Disgusting and so true. Though I didn’t live in India during my formulative years, I do remember shit like this when I was on vacation there.