The veins have become achingly black and numb. The pain in the mind as well as in the soul is desperately hunting down a way to vent it out. This air that I breathe, that I'm taking in involuntarily, brings along the cries of those two withered souls. It brings along the whispers of those who were nothing but thick-skinned mute spectators, who stood there, right there in front of them and indulged in extended conversations instead of covering the victims with a piece of cloth. Of the three PCR vans which were busy fighting over the jurisdiction for the case while they both lay in a pool of blood, on a chilly winter night. And above all, of those who are but demons in guise of men and who have wrenched the mind of every citizen with their gruesome and heart-aching act.
All such people, everyone, not just the accused, have blotted the term 'humanity' for me and for us. They have ruptured the small, little, tiny yet strong assumption which we had that 'we walk among respectable people and that the society wouldn't eat us alive'. They have ruptured it oh so badly.
It's such a shame.
Goosebumps? Ah..they have become a settled part now. The appalled and frightful look is losing its shade and sadly turning into an expressionless dead face. A face which is an overt portrayal of shame and disgust. An expression of helplessness which perhaps every woman in my country is wearing right now.
And yes, in the end, it is the society which has died. The beliefs. The values. The perception. The patriarchal norms. The blame-the-girl looks. The look-down-upon-her behavior. Everything! Everything has been crushed to death, along with that young brave girl. Because this time, it is so not about just that one girl. This time it is not like change-the-news-channel-and-move-on-with-your-lives. This time, it is about me, you, your sister, your wife, your mother and your daughter.
As this time, the nation cried!