By Elsa Marie D’Silva
(CNN)I remember traveling one day in the local train in Mumbai with my mother, my younger sister and brother.
The compartment was extremely crowded. As we prepared to disembark, I felt my skirt being lifted and someone groping my private parts. It was terrible. I wanted to scream, but my voice would have drowned in the noise of the crowd. I wanted to push the hands away, but my arms were pinned to my body. I wanted to cry but could only think to myself, “Stop it! Please stop touching me.”
I was 13 years old.
I never told anyone about that day until recently.