I was at New Market, Kolkata. There was a big crowd, like always! People were coming and going in from all directions and I was just somehow managing to stand straight amidst all the hustle and bustle. A lady was standing right next to me, bargaining for some clothes with a hawker. Yes, we Bengalis are very good at bargaining. I was least interested in what was going on and was looking here and there. Crowds make me sick, so I just wanted to get out of there.
Suddenly this man came from nowhere, wrapped his hand around the lady's waist and walked away. She stopped doing what she was doing, walked straight ahead in that mad, mad crowd, caught hold of the guy and landed a punch on him. Not a slap, a PUNCH. The lady had hands double the size of Sunny Deol's. You can imagine how the guy felt when the punch came from nowhere and landed on his face. :)
The lady mentioned above is my mom. Yes, she was the one standing right next to me bargaining for clothes. Just an activity usually ladies do. But what she did to the man was not something every lady does. It is only what women like my mom do. I was too little then, just 11 or 12 years old. Now at 29 years of age, I still remember that incident clearly, like it happened yesterday.