It’s not today’s story. My story is about 10 years old and starts like this— It was a sunny day and I was walking on the streets of Pokhara. One Malaysian guy stopped near me and asked if I was a tour guide. I said, “yes, why?”. Then, he requested me to visit his room so that he can show me his trekking itinerary on map. As soon as I got into his room, he started touching my body and grabbing my butt. I didn’t know how to react. I slapped him and quickly ran away. From that day I am afraid of boys too.
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