I'm Not Proud of My Country
When I started writing this evening, it'd been a simple enough fictional poem. Bu when I saw the Nirbhaya documentary, I changed my course. Here's what I wrote on Medium. Please do see the documentary before the Indian government acts like a douchebag, and bans it. For those unable to open or access the link, following is what I wrote: Hi. I’m a daughter, a sister, a friend, a cousin. A woman. I AM A PERSON. I’m an Indian. And I’m not proud of my country. I belong to a family that’s liberal. A family that is open-minded. A family who was proud to have their first born child, a girl. A family that doesn’t assume the limits on my clothing. A family that doesn’t bar me from partying late in the night. A family that has every means to keep me safe and protected. A family that loves me. And I thank divine providence every single day of my life. I’m not like the little girls born in poor families who judge them down to be a mortifying curse. Or the families who are o...