Jantar Mantar was crowded, yet I breathed freely
Barely one year into the profession, and less than two months into that particular job. Talking felt like making a bigger deal out of it than it actually was. A few years later, I was assigned another story in a heavily populated neighbourhood.
- ▪Barely one year into the profession, and less than two months into that particular job.
- ▪Talking felt like making a bigger deal out of it than it actually was.
- ▪A few years later, I was assigned another story in a heavily populated neighbourhood.
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Advertisement I was 22. Barely one year into the profession, and less than two months into that particular job. Talking felt like making a bigger deal out of it than it actually was. Did it even qualify as harassment? What if it was all just in my head? It was in my head, all right. For over a decade. I just didn’t know. What I knew was I avoided crowded places. It wasn’t simply discomfort. My body physically stiffened up. A few years later, I was assigned another story in a heavily populated neighbourhood. My first instinct was to say ‘no’. I didn’t, but for the four hours I was reporting there, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.Advertisement The irony is not lost on me.
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