The events of that fateful day in Delhi.
The horror that young woman went through.
The apathy and incompetence of our SYSTEM.
She’s gone. But her memory stays on. A girl we never knew.
There’s a dull ache. Unfathomable sadness. Despair.
Anger. Fury. At the powers that be. At society. At us. At myself.
I cannot even begin to image what her family would be going through. Her father… Her mother… Her younger brothers.
It’s impossible to comprehend the loss of a loved one in such a henious manner.
I’m proud of her father and her family. That they stood by her. And then openly stood up and claimed her, and their loss. It’s a first in India.
I’m mourning the loss of someone I didnt even know…
But I dont have that luxury.. to mourn, to shed a tear, for the unknown girl. Life goes on.. there are the everyday chores. The exuberance of a 4 yr old makes everything else in the world irrelevant.
I dont have the heart for new yr resolutions. To celebrate the new year. Or to plan ahead for the year.
How do I explain it to anyone.
The loss I feel.
Not just for her.
The helplessness, the vulnerability, the sadness – of being a woman.
“I used to think that becoming a parent had made me weak. I had lost my stomach for violence. I realize now that this is my superpower. I can no longer stomach violence as entertainment. The full-blown horror of it hits me harder than before. I see the insanity of it with a clarity I cannot gloss over.” – No room for despair
Pin the creep Technology to the rescue.. Worth a try. Since the government, police and society do not look out for women, I guess its upto women to do so for each other!
Choosing my Words Oculus : Raw chord. Highlights how insensitive most of us are to gender related issues.
A fine line The Mad Momma : and where do we draw the line? Item numbers, lyrics with double meanings, and sometimes outright outrageous. And btw, why are item numbers – so clearly sexual in nature – on prime time telivision and deemed ‘child appropriate’?
I fought for my life and won. One woman’s story – and the strength of her spirit. She not only survived, she won. In the truest sense of the word.
And pictures that are worth a thousand words: