I lost a sister. A brave sister.

Who killed her?

I killed her. I along with you, your friends, my family, politicians and those 6 rapists killed her. 
Where was I when my father shouted at my mother in front of all the family? Where was I when my uncle slapped my aunty? Where was I when my friends in hostel talked about body parts of a girl in class? Where was I when every other girl was objectified in a TV Ad and movies? Where was I when I shouted at my girlfriend? Where was I when I didn’t report to the police after I caught a guy touching a girl in Delhi Metro? Where was I when I came to know that my friends had sex with a prostitute? Where was I when a friend told me that she was sexually harassed by someone from her family?

Why was I silent? Why I never bounced back on the people who were raping women mentally or eve teasing her? Why I never stood for women?

All these moments makes me cry in shame and cry in sadness. Because in heart I know that I allowed so many girls to get raped. And I promise that I won’t allow anyone to be disrespectful to any women in front of me and will protect her honour.

Most of us were never taught about sex education in class. Most of us have studied from a teacher who skipped the chapter Life Process-I and II because he was ashamed of teaching the basics of sex to students. Most of us have studied in a school where the girl used to sit in a separate row and boys in a separate one. Most of us comes from the family who ask their daughters to not go out from their house after 7 PM and never question their sons what they were doing out so late. Most of us come from the family who are looking for a virgin girl for us who can cook well and stay at home instead of living her own life. Most of us have friends who call a girl slut because she is friendly with boys. 

And most of us never did anything to stop any of the above. Most of us have blamed government and judiciary system and everything else for all the happenings. Things need to change and they will change. We will bring change. The culprits should be hanged, the police reforms need to be done and the law for protecting women’s right need to be strong. But the real change will start from ‘I’. The change need to start from our family, our schools and the value education we give to our kids or siblings.

And I am going to change today.

Dear India’s Daughter, We are sorry. We don’t deserve your forgiveness and we salute you for your fight! You will be truly missed.

P.S The girl in ‘some’ village got raped, the girl in ‘some’ city got raped. That girl cannot be my mother, cannot be my sister and cannot be my girlfriend. Let’s stop thinking like that. Are we waiting for the moment when someone from our family will get raped?