How may I abuse you ?

Dear orange woman,

As Dogbert says, ‘How may I abuse you ‘ ? The way you raped my personal space and stood unperturbed, sans any guilt in your eyes and blatantly shameless, in the metro, the other day. I could decipher your non-linear sexual orientation and I, trust me, I totally understand your state. Totally. Although, let me put this in very clear words, your behaviour pissed me off to the core, to the order of this. And woman, even if you were John Abraham  Virat Kohli , I wouldn’t want you that close to me. My personal space is more important to me than my super awesome stud bag that I carry  K  And who were you, to me? An orange woman who forgot to wear her deo that day? And swear to your god, you didn’t do it on purpose. I mean, fetch me a 5-year old and he’d know how to behave, better. Who are you? The only living person on earth? I mean trust me, the golden embroidery on your kurti or whatever-that-was , left  a hideous impression on my left arm which still pains. Imagine. Where do you shop from? Well, that’s your concern. Next time, please stay away. I believe I am still a young girl and not yet hopeless with the opposite sex, I still have some good 20 odd years before I acknowledge any feelings from your side, the day I change my mind, I swear , you’ll be the one I’ll think about .Guess what? After travelling in the Delhi metro’s womens’ coach I realise the significance of one arm’s distance queue which looked redundant back then, in school days. Surely, you learn some things from experience. So I dropped in to humbly request you to quit doin’ whatever-shit you did to me the other day, it fucks up your mind and unlike you, I think about humanity and my fellow travellers. And lady, if at all you had some odd intentions, why metro, in the mid of thousand other people? Public display of anything is not my kinds, there are places, lets exchange numbers? No? Sad . Are you humiliated enough? Or should I offend you more? I hope you get the drive.

Yours Lovingly,

The girl in the blue dress