This is Damini speaking. Or Nirbhaya. Or Amanat. I thank you …each one of you for your outrage …I thank you for your candle lit marches and tweets and protests and your statements.
I thank those of you who have resolved to herald the new year with silence …and I thank those of you for your profuse apologies for belonging to the male of the species and I thank some of you for shedding tears …and for those of you who preferred silence to speech…
I perfectly understand because now I am the daughter of the soil …and if daughters don’t understandwho will …?
Now I think what did I do to deserve all this…err love?
Dear Nation …have we ever met before …any time …let me recall..did we meet when a friend of mine had acid splashed across her face .
Oh! Yes …we met in a small obscure column in a newspaper …I understand dear Nation you are extremely busy and a small column in a newspaper would be hardly of any importance to you.
Do you know dear Nation this girl and I talk …talk not like best friends ought to…but like daughters of soil ought to . She tells me she is unable to see now…she cannot smell …her face is disfigured beyond recognition and she is afraid to go out.
She tells me I am lucky that I died. I tell her to join me and she tells me she does not want to become another Damini.
…And then my dear Nation we met outside a prison gate to get someone out on a bail .
My little sister all aged three told me this mandid “dirty” things to her…Another little Nirbhaya dear Nation …?
And Dear Nation how could I forget the time we met in a bus (no not the one with tinted windows) …how utterly ridiculous you found that I should shout becausesomeone had groped my back …dear Nation if I remember correctly you were dressed in khaki ?
Oh!Yes you were a woman too…you told me in calm undertones how I should not create scene. I obeyed you dear Nation because my mother told me that goodgirls don’t create scenes…
Dear Nation …it is strange isn’t it you and I should always meet outside prison walls and inside newspaper.
Maybe I won’t be here for long. I am sure another Damini will join me soon. It’s just a matter of a victorious cricket match you see
And Dear Nation…when I feel utterly lonely …I will go through all your tweets and try remembering the times when I was not Damini.
Meanwhile wish you all many victories ahead.
I will try my very best and Rest in Peace.
Your Daughter of the soil,
Damini/ Nirbhaya/ Amanat (what’s in a name, eh Shakespeare?).
(original article : http://sridevi-datta.blogspot.in/2012/12/nirbhaya-speaking.html )
All I know about Sridevi Datta is that she is a fellow blogger.
She commented on my blog half an hour ago. In a matter of four, five msgs exchanged, we became allies in our fight for Damini. Read her blog : http://sridevi-datta.blogspot.in/