Today, I cried. I cried for that unidentified girl who was brutally gang raped in a bus in Delhi. I cried for all the 635 women raped over the past year, the ones courageous enough to report it and the ones who weren't. I cried in my anger at the men responsible, and then realised how misdirected those thoughts were. Because in between my sobs, the reality emerged: It is not them. As John Green put it, " There is no them. They are facets of us." We let them do this to us. We let our capital city become the rape capital because we do not fight effectively. In our blind anger, we stir up the media, organise protest marches and forget about them a month later. Instead of channeling our anger into change that lasts, we choose to let it fizzle out without an impact.

I called my friend Deepthi in tears.
"I'm losing my faith in humanity", I said.
"You can't. YOU are one of humanity", she replied.

They say tears are the refuge of the weak, but mine have made me stronger. There will be no more tears. From now on, every drop will be utilized for a change. To fight, to fight effectively, and make it last. I haven't figured out how to do this yet, but I will.