Dear Indians, We Really Need to Talk About Personal Space

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Dear Indians, We Really Need to Talk About Personal Space

Illustration: Sushant Ahire/Arré

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fter a long, hard day of slaving over my desk in an airconditioned office, I walked straight to the neighbouring Lower Parel station, not wishing to encounter another human being I’d be forced to make social contact with. A refreshingly short queue of three at the ticket counter gave me life – someone up there must be listening to me – and a rare occasion to smile at a local train station in Mumbai.

As I found my place in the line, earphones plugged in, I found another reason to smile. Not only was the queue moving forward rather briskly, the gentleman behind me seemed more and more eager to climb into my rectum with each step. All I had to do now was either change my sexuality, or buy him a cup of tea and explain the concept of personal space.

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