What was my fault?
I walked down the street quietly and swiftly; my fists were tight like they always were, just in case I needed to use my hand as a weapon to guard myself. Little did I know that the attackers had changed their way. Suddenly, I felt something hitting my skin and ripping it apart and changing my life one drop at a time.
Acid. Acid changed my life. My parents, my family and no one in my life looked at me the same again. I was stared at, I was name-called and had to hear it all. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror the same anymore. It was a permanent scar both on my body and my soul.
To everyone reading this, acid attacks are not as uncommon as one might think. More than 14 acid attacks every month were reported in India for the year 2021 despite the Supremes Court’s strict law. Recently a 17-year-old girl headed to school was attacked by two men who were captured on tape attacking her. Her eyes have been affected. She has also sustained 7-8% burns on her face. The biggest problem is that all survivors are innocent victims of this tragedy yet sooner rather than later such cases end up becoming stories. However, we forget that it’s someone’s entire life now.
We sit quietly while the streets continue to become more unsafe for women by the hour. It’s time to speak up. It’s time to raise your voice against this. We won’t stay quiet this time.
Perpetrators must be brought to justice.
The acid sale must be banned immediately.
We need action. WE NEED IT NOW.
Written By: Medhavi Gupta