I have been cycling for two months now. I have gone at 5 AM, 6 AM, 7 AM, 7 PM, 8 PM, 9 PM. I have one bad experience at least, no matter which time slot. I love cycling and walking but I never do it without fear. I tell my boyfriend and parents about all the bad incidents.

And all I do is make them worry more. A man on cycle has flipped his dick. When I walk, A LOT of men get toooooo close as they pass by, I was smacked on the butt 3 weeks back, AT 6.30 AM.

I am always always fully clothed, in a mask. I know how to slap or throw a punch but I have never been able to do it. I never enter the nice lanes that have less traffic because I know my mom is freaking out at home.

There is no right time for me to be out. I also cannot stop it because I love it. I cannot ensure company all the time. I am not surprised, I am not angry, I am not sad, I don't cry anymore, but I am so so so so tired.

A person followed me, I slowed down. He went ahead and slowed down his cycling too. He kept turning his head. I took a smack u-turn, rode the wrong side, checked if he was following still only to see him smiling. He loved that fear, they all do.

I wear earphones but never put both in. A guy once made a filthy dirty sound and said the worst three words. The women know. They have heard it. I have seen other men laughing when they see it happening.

I am so fucking tired. So fucking tired. Imagine scaring someone on bicycle when they are riding down the slope, JUST FOR KICKS. I almost rode myself towards the bridge wall. There is no way women can win this.

I am just fucking tired. We all are fucking tired. I hate men, will always do. All of you are trash. If you tell me that things have gotten better, I will punch you. This is just 2 months of cycling. And every other man on the road is a potential threat.

Raise your sons better. This fear is abnormal. I don't know what carefree is. No woman does.