
The truth is, I don’t mind hating you, because I can make do with
hate, I can learn to ignore hate, I can learn to suppress hate. Plus for everything I hate about you, you
always throw something wonderful back that balances things out.
I hate you for the relentless summer heat, the endless traffic jams and
rash driving. I hate you for the stench of urine that comes from every other
corner. I hate you for the auto drivers ever so ready to fleece commuters local
and foreign alike. I could list down a million things I hate and can live with about
you, but for the rapes and appalling attacks on women...I’m ashamed of you.
I’m ashamed that this crime against
humanity, this gruesome rape will too in time be nothing more than an incident
that shook the city and not one that changed the city. I’m ashamed of you
because I cannot hate you for this incident. I cannot hate you, because I cannot
ignore this diabolic act that happens ever so often. I cannot hate you because
I cannot make do with this incident, I have sisters, friends and family in the city
that trusts you with their lives and you cannot protect them. I’m ashamed of
you because you will yet again fail to do anything right about this incident
but mostly because I cannot suppress this fear of ’what if…?’.
For fifteen years, we’ve had our
romance, Delhi you and I. I came as a boy with nothing but a dream and you made a man out of me, gave me a home and foundation to build my dream. And
it saddens me now that I have to pause and think twice every time someone asks me where I’m
from, when it usually comes out swift with pride.
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