Wednesday, January 16, 2013

I Was Wounded; My Honor Wasn’t



THIRTY-TWO years ago, when I was 17 and living in Bombay, I was gang raped and nearly killed.
Three years later, outraged at the silence and misconceptions around rape,
I wrote a fiery essay under my own name describing my experience for an Indian women’s magazine.
It created a stir in the women’s movement — and in my family — and then it quietly disappeared.