I went out running on the streets of Delhi in a sports bra. Never again. Literally every uncle, aunty, and kid on the road was staring at me with their mouths agape. I am not exaggerating when I say that I saw 80-90 people literally stop and turn around to watch me. Their judgemental eyes left a crawling sensation on my skin. Isn’t Delhi supposed to be the capital of this “superpower”? Isn’t Delhi supposed to be a “metropolitan” city? Is this what us Indians can do the best, seriously? I’m seriously considering emigrating just based off this one incident. Because the street is different- it’s all strangers. What hurt the most is when I got home after everyone woke up. My wife starting crying when I walked into the house. My own kids froze still in terror. My grandmother had a heart attack and collapsed on the floor. May her soul rest in peace. India is not a safe place for balding middle-aged men to go out running in a sports bra and booty shorts.
NTA. Your bra, your rules