This reminded me of one Aunty Ji in Kathmandu's Safa Tempo. I was once sexually molested by one Aunty Ji in Safa Tempo. I had to run my ___ off to save myself ;) and when I got off the Tempo, she was still following me to my home. I literally ran and ran until she completely vanished out of my sight. That aunty Ji seemed to be very rich, with fat gold bangles and necklace. I wonder if she was some Laure's wife. I was in high school those days and when I shared this story with my friends and brothers they all laughed at me and said that was too timorous of me. Those days I was obsessively mindful about protecting myself from HIV, and kids in high school did not know much about contraception too, and that was the main the reason I spent my energy on marathon rather than on gymnastics. My life is full of Swet Bhairavis, and when I get time I will write about them..