
“Adam-teasing is increasing. We handsome youngsters cannot walk on the road peacefully as girls pass comments,” I said.
“What’s Adam teasing?” he asked.
“Girls teasing us,” I replied.
“Oh God,” he sounded genuinely worried.
After a little silence, he suggested: “Why don’t you carry chilli powder? When they pass comments throw it on their face.”
“I cannot indulge in violence,” I replied.
Again he kept silent.
“We do not have such problems in Bangalore. Here only boys tease girls,” he said.
“What if they throw chilli powder on your eyes?” I asked.
“Haha. We are smart. We wear sunglasses when we pass comments,” he laughed again.
His closing comments proved he was not innocent.
“If girls keep harassing you, stop dyeing your hair. They will know your real age.”
I banged the phone.