Talk about sexual harassment

I WAS having what seemed to be a very good Sunday recently. I had come from a morning meeting with a group of passionate women volunteering for a good cause and enjoyed a quick lunch with some friends. I was in Brickfields and was walking back to my car after visiting the shops in Little India. In front of the Vivekananda Ashram on Jalan Tun Sambanthan, a man grabbed my left breast.

It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened. I looked to my left and saw a man. He leered at my breast and then uttered a condescending apology.