Reminiscing

I was just remembering where I was last month during this time. I miss the freedom exploring the streets of the quiet coastal town of Candolim, with a bunch of friends, under the sweltering sun with my cotton-shorts, skirts & shirt. Here living in the city its difficult to dress down, even if the sun is burning your skin & you begin sweating profusely from every inch of your skin, so much so that your sweat-glands are over-worked. There is the risk of having people ogling at you or even some catcalls. It is almost another form of  the 'purdah system', why does such a small thing have to be such a big deal?