I am lost listening to Bryan Adams, "you'll always get the best of me", and there is some activity on my right shoulder. Another hurried tight tap wakes me up from my song. The girl sitting next to me conciously whispers something into my ear. I am forced to pause Bryan Adams. What?, I say. Your bra strap is visible, she murmurs. Now, I am not quite surprised by what I replied to her. "Oh that..Not its fault..its meant to be seen..very very intentional." I get some disgusting stares, but i relax and go back to "best of me". Thats me. Its 35 deg C in mumbai, feeling like 50 deg C, i am in BEST bus no 523, so stocked with commuters, you can sense air trying very hard to permeate. On top of all this, people expect you to push and shove straps in-out else some male organism from the heavily perspiring crowd might notice, and notice what? A bra strap? Big deal..When will women be comfortable with what they are and what they wear??