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Monday, 10 July 2017

So yeah

There was this day. I didn't remember why I left home alone for the Wapda town-PIA market but now I do. Oh yes. I had to buy some stuff for my second VC project. I was walking on this side road that leads to the roundabout. The road is with medium heightened trees. One can not clearly see from the main road, the view of it. Hardly, some glimpses in between the small trees. It was a hot Summer day.
A car was coming towards me, while I was almost midway through the road. It creeped me at first. The car came near and the man in it kept staring at me while at it. And well, it scared the hell out of me what happened next! The person in it, a middle aged 'man'. He opened his side's mirror and threw a card on the road. Damn. I got afraid what if tried to overcome me. What if he hurt me or something. He was huge and all. Whew. And then his car went past me. Near me. I just knew it in my heart something wasn't okay stall. And then I looked back and he reversed his car and came in my direction again. That was it. My heart was out of my chest. I started walking swiftly towards the pharmacy and checkpoint of a society nearby hoping there'd be some crowd there.  Thank God I was okay and he went away. There were guards nearby and I gathered up my courage and went on about my task. And I came back through that very road again. I am not that scared for a girl of my age nor did it make me reconsider the thought of not going out by myself of I had to do something for me. It just freaked me out. And disgusted me, for men to be cheap and downtrodden like that. I hope I never have this ridiculous and uncanny experience again!
I just wanted to share it, let it out. So yeah.