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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