God was Murdered

Five & half years ago, I wrote intensely & emphatically about Jyoti Singh [Nirbhaya]. My letter [article] wasn’t sad, it was flambuoyant, and it had a message of Hope.  I couldn’t have been more fucking delusional. Five & half years later, things have changed for the worse. Absolutely expectedly Before I sat down to write about eight-year-old Asifa, who, like India, is dead, I read several insightful articles over the past three days. All the discerning opinions were connected by these five major elements. InfuriatingRage, InstantCapitalPunishment, SelectiveCompassion, Hate&BlameBJP, DemandForAccountabilityAndChange InfuriatingRage: Outrage & Anger feel good and are vaguely therapeutic. They ‘stir & shake’ but don’t ever bring lasting change. InstantCapitalPunishment: Capital Punishment feels like the 'right thing', doesn’t it. It brings no change at all. 'Reform' not Capital Punishment is the answer. P.S. Don’t chal

Everything changes the moment clock says 00.00 and rolls on the other end of the zeroes.  The clocks were 7 hours 4 minutes away from whispering 00.00 when he decided to roll on the other end of the ‘relationship’. He dumped me before we even made love - even before we messed the sheets. The certainty in his eyes made my heart tremble & hair levitate as my lashes fluttered like an epileptic butterfly. Oh words, I heard the words ‘Skyler, you & I have to go on without you & I’. Oh words, I heard them alright. They didn’t scare me one bit, but his eyes - they murdered me. They say stars wake at night when humans are asleep. I’m no one to challenge that million-year-old wisdom. It’s 3am & my back is on the warm summer roof. My eyes, non-murderous eyes, see those uncountable stars levitated in the sky. In me, I feel like a prolific mother who’s staring at her babies who are asleep in the skies. They are asleep the way Roy is now. I can’t see him like I can