The horror of being a woman in India…

Today is the day that the country that I consider to be the spiritual center of my world let its women die in the hands of idiocy,cowardly,heinous savages and demons.

I AM SO ANGRY!!!!!!!! SO SO ANGRY!!

India, you let me down BIG TIME. India, you took away my pride in being able to defend you in front of non-Indians. India, my head has hung low in shame, sheer embarrassment. India, you took away my pride in cheering for you on an international stage.

I no longer see a point in trying to explain to the people who run the country why it is imperative that a woman should be protected on every level, in every street of the country. Why? ‘Cos they’re thick-headed. They just DON’T GET IT!

My defenses used to come right out whenever someone said anything against India. Not anymore. Now, I will think and rethink a thousand times before saying something in India’s favor.

You know, while I write this, I erased a sentence. It was to say, “India and her people…” but I stopped. It says, India and HER people. It’s a female reference. Geez, I am afraid they are going to rape the country. No, wait, it’s already raped every day. Every single day.

I am sorry, India. I am so very sorry. I feel like I am grieving and mourning the death of my pride in my country of birth.

Today, I am in tears. I am crying so hard. Not only because, the Delhi Gang rape victim died, but also because I realized my sense of security in my country, my beloved country of birth died with it.

Today, I mourn. Yes, still and always, my motherland. I am sorry, Mother. I truly am sorry.

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