I touched his feet… but he didn’t let me go - Kolkata law college gang rape survivor.

 “I touched his feet… but he didn’t let me go.” - Kolkata law college gang rape survivor.

That sentence hasn’t left my head since I read it.

This year alone, I’ve heard about so many rape cases

I’ve stopped counting.

And now, it’s not just my parents who are scared for me.

I’m scared too.

Scared to go out alone.

Scared to live the life I once dreamed of

Solo trips, independence, freedom.

The Kolkata doctor case?

Still dragging in court.

Still no justice despite all the outrage, media, public anger.

We say rape is worse than death but in India, the system acts like it’s a petty crime.

In my village, a 3-year-old girl was raped.

She survived.

So the rapist got 5 years.

Five. Years.

What are we even doing?

And then there’s the constant noise:

“What was she wearing?”

“Why was she out late?”

“Did she provoke him?”

No one asks:

Why is he still free?

Why is the system so slow?

Why does this keep happening?

We flinch at foreign laws for being “too strict”

But maybe that’s what we need.

I love Dubai for how it treats crimes like this: zero tolerance.

In India, rape has become common.

A headline we scroll past.

A story we read, feel bad for a second, and move on.

But I can’t move on.

Every new case gives me chills.

And every delay in justice breaks something inside me.

This isn’t just a women’s issue.

This is a human issue.

And right now?

India is failing all of us.