New Delhi Railway Station Indecent comments

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The following is what i had written a day after this horrific experience 2-3 years back.
"Teri chut lene me maza aa jaega" he said to me. Maybe it is my fault. I never should have known what that means. And I replied with "mar ja jake", my voice quivering. And as with every sharp exchange of words, later, for quite some time I thought of better responses I could've given. "Police ke pass chalega? mujhe bhi maza aa jaega.." or "…"; well thoughts I am still not able to put into words. Suddenly I was given a glimpse of what it would feel like to be a rape victim. It probably would be too clichéd to say that I suddenly felt exposed to everyone around me. At the same I could see indifference in many eyes around me. They knew not what had just happened in the middle of the road, in broad daylight (please note that I am still speaking like a rape victim). I saw a mother with a daughter probably 8-10 years old with her. The gap of about 1m between them made me feel insecure for them. I wanted to shout out to the mother to grasp her daughter's hand and hold her close. And I suddenly understood why mothers are so protective. I knew he was still somewhere around me. Watching. Loving and getting high on the reaction he'd caused in me. This thought made me lighten up. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I looked around cheerily again. Well not really, just normal enough. All the men around me suddenly seemed to be leering. A casual glance felt like a perverted gaze. I wished my pick-up to be here already. The stupid 20 something year olds that I have encountered in-numerous times suddenly began to seem threatening. Who am I to judge? I know sex addicts. I have 1st hand experience with them and their lust and what their addiction does to people around them. Suddenly a thought comes to me. He had guts. I mean at this stage in his addiction (I’m assuming that I am not blunderously attractive and he just says this kind of thing to young girls), he probably does it out of compulsion, but he must have started somewhere. I don’t know a single person who would say out loud something like this, even in a relationship, during a naughty role play night. This I believe is tougher than proposing to a girl. Or maybe it isn’t for him. Maybe he was brought up in a family in which an angry father told his daughter off with heavy abuses, the mother was openly told by the father that she is to pleasure him tonight, the siblings would call each other swear words involving their mother, the sister was casually called “prostitute” and told to do things wives are fit for.
PS: Please note that the date n time are approximates.