It was eleven in the morning, broad daylight and a busy street, I was retuning home from the store, a man groped me. My father and bro were with me, they were walking a little way off, this guy didn't realise that, he came up to me from the back and afterwards smiled, cooly rolled out an apology and started to walk away. I caught him by his shoulders and was about to give him a dressing down when my dad realised what had happened and flew in a fit of rage. He caught hold of the guy's collar and slapped him. By this time a considerable crowd had gathered and were enjoying the spectacle. No one said a word, some even supported the guy. "Tai bole erom bhabe marbe " said one. ( Would that mean he will beat him like that.) "Mohilara ja bolbe tai prothishtito hobe" said another.(Whatever women say will be established as fact.) We live in a small town, my father has grown up here, almost everybody knows him so no one dared say anything to him directly. But later when the guy was gathering sympathy he did recieve the multitude's support. This is the world we live in and the irony is that today it's International Women's Day.