@rorydelapp What even was the motor vehicle code question? I thought my dehydrated underfed brain was hallucinating that there is NO FUCKING SUB SECTION
Every loose switch, broken power socket, plugged up washing machine pipe, dusty and unassembled water cooler is evidence of how papa used to stand between me and the world's tiniest breakdowns.
Everything in house is now a little broken without him.
In December 2012, a young woman was raped for hours in a moving bus in Delhi. She later died from her injuries. That moment shook India. Streets filled. Voices rose. The nation claimed its conscience had awakened.
At that very same time, somewhere in this country, a 15-year-old girl was growing up unaware that 13 years later she would face the same horror in NCR but this time in silence.
On 28 December 2025, a 28-year-old woman was gang-raped for over two hours in a moving van and thrown onto the road, broken and bleeding.
The crime was similar.
The brutality was the same.
But the society was different.
In 2012, we were outraged.
In 2025, we are numb.
More than 100 women are raped every single day in India. Not as headlines. Not as emergencies. Just as statistics we scroll past. This is not ignorance. This is moral exhaustion. A dead conscience.
A society that can no longer be shocked by violence against women has already failed them. And make no mistake: if this doesn’t disturb you, if it doesn’t anger you, if it doesn’t move you to demand change, then the crime isn’t happening somewhere else. It is happening within us, and in your mind.
The conscience must rise again.
Because every woman deserves a safer country. And every society that looks away deserves to be called out.
this year has been perhaps the most exhausting and draining year i’ve ever experienced and i wish i had the strength to pull something positive out of myself for the new year but all i can think of is how badly i cannot do this again
I too want to write an end of year essay or make a reel or even find the most meaningful photos to mark the year but all I can think is, “I’m so tired.”