Someone said, the crab curry was good So we drove one night speeding down marine drive with the windows rolled down. Salt in our faces hot hot parotas in the backseat. “Wait in the car” He said trying in his manly way to spare me my breasts, my legs from gleeful stares. So I stayed back turned the radio up and my seat low down. Thats when they came, there were five of them. Sarongs at the knee shirts long sleeved middle-aged drunks. Maybe it was pay day. And there I was a little bonus conveniently on the way before they got home to harass their wives. I stared straight ahead unseeing the lewd gestures unhearing their derision heart in my throat when one of them banged on my glass. He had a moustache. That night, I wished I wore a burqa or had a machine gun. I wished we had ordered Chinese instead.