Saturday, December 29, 2012

Blood on our hands

I did not know her and yet she could be any one of my four sisters, or my wife, or my daughter. While on some corner of my heart I am relieved that she did not have to suffer from her wounds, I realize how wrong it is to think so.

Over 650 cases of rape in Delhi alone and the statistic that 1 in every 4 cases in the nation happens there.

So, if the person had not been brutalized and left for dead, would we even have noticed this? Wouldn't it have been just another tiny news besides some political buffoonery? Haven't we become so apathetic that nothing shocks us anymore?

Look down at our hands. Yes, the blood is on our hands. Of hers and a hundred others.

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