Lost Hope
I was 18 when I sat stunned after reading Pinki Virani’s Bitter Chocolate with a deathlike coldness spreading through me...
I was 19 when I wrote this, hope still in my heart...
I was 26 when a nation was outraged at the horrific rape in Delhi…but later had to succumb to a law that allowed a rapist to walk scot-free…
I am 30 as I wake up to Darshan Mondkar’s poignant words on yet another
molestation…
As man plummets headfirst into swirling doom, women and
#NotAllMen stand around doing nothing. For some things…there is no hope.
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