By Jagruti
When the 2012 Delhi gang rape case happened, I was still in engineering college. I remember sitting upright for 12 hours in a government bus with my backpack on my lap, trying to cover myself. The brutal details that followed left me in depression. As people debated what the victim wore and why she resisted, two voices stood out to me. One was Nirbhaya’s mother. The other was my father.