I´m always enthusiastic when I´m thinking about the topic, the place or the people I´m going to talk about in my blog. It makes me feel happy and excited to share my life and my world.
Unfortunately today, with tears in my eyes and struggling to write, is not the enthusiasm which brings me to publish this article.
It is a promise I made to an Indian mum just a few hours ago. Her little girl, Anjali, 11 years old and student of the street school I blogged about a few weeks ago, was raped and strangled.
I approached her to give my condolences and when she saw my camera, she asked me to share the photos with my country and the world. When I hugged Anjali´s parents the three of us burst into tears.
I felt the mum´s pain and sorrow like if it was mine and even though I was the only foreigner I felt part of them, somehow part of their lives, their problems and their battles became mine too.
I, like every person who attended a silent protest march this afternoon, want justice, not only for Anjali, but for all those girls and women who have been raped. We want a place where girls and women can be safe, feel free and not be afraid of being in the streets.
I´m not sure how much this blog will help to change things in India, perhaps nothing, but this is what Anjali´s family and friends wanted and I´m keeping my word. It will hopefully raise awareness around the world, make people think that if we show our children to love and respect each other, those horrible and despicable things will stop occurring.
