Before I left Canada I had decided that while in India I would do my best to blend in and be respectful of cultural and societal norms by wearing Indian garb. Based on research I did online and others' advice, it was looking like my best option. On our second day in Delhi we went to a government emporium and I bought my very first salwar kameez. I pretty much wore it for 2 or 3 days straight; afraid that wearing any of the few Western clothes I brought would make me stick out like a sore thumb and attract negative attention. I realize now, after a bad experience, that clothes can't completely disguise my foreign-ness/whiteness. One evening we went out to dinner at around 7:30pm in Old Delhi. The sun sets around 6:45-7:00pm so by the time we got to the restaurant, it was dark. After dinner, we stepped back out into the chaos of the city -- horns, hawkers and florescent lights flooding the street. While walking down the narrow sidewalk towards a rickshaw, Anil walking slightly ahead of me, a man's hand reached out and grabbed my bum. It probably wasn't the most pleasant sensation for him as we had just come from the non-a/c restaurants that also had vynil seats so he got a handful of sweaty salwar kameez pants. That made me feel slightly better about the situation, but I felt pretty dirty after it happened. I was quite taken aback by the encounter -- I thought I blended in enough so that that kind of thing wouldn't happen and I was so frustrated that despite being sensitive to THEIR culture I was still bothered. Needless to say, it made me resent Delhi as a city and Indian men all that much more. Since, I was have been wearing a mix of Indian clothes (more modern shirts) and Western wear. Thank goodness it hasn't happened since -- salwar or no salwar.