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 What a shit night. On Instagram someone has uploaded a clip of a woman being gang raped by 3 men and she jumped out of the hotel room to escape. This happened in Kozhikode. Sick bastards. 

And that's on INSTAGRAM. 

And this bag of limo gangrened dicks will whine about section 498A when they talk about modern Indian women. It is 1:30 am and someone just rang the bell. Now I am SCARED.

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Okay. There was no one there. So I went down and obviously, the security guy had gone to the loo. It was a delivery person who rang the wrong bell it seems. Something is not feeling right now. I am very scared of rape and then this shit...Just tonight there was a problem with the flush of one of my bathrooms and the plumber came around 10. He is a good guy, a familiar guy but I was feeling a little uneasy. Not because of him but just generally because of something. Work has been hectic and unending and I am feeling bad and blue and tired and weak. Still, things got sorted out a bit and he will come tomorrow. 

On Instagram again, there is this shit NGO or I don't know perverted pimps - they keep running ads of women who have been raped by a son or gang-raped by their sons. Does that happen or are they so sickeningly depraved that they will do anything to get donation? Or even if that is what happened? Why would you keep running that story on repeat assholes? 

I hate this world. I hate people. I HATE PEOPLE. 

This is very trying times. This is when I have to calm myself down, detach from this, and go about my routine. Because to stay alive as a woman, to stay strong as a woman, to stay at peace as a woman - that is the rebellion in this country. 

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Things I am grateful for today:

1. Papa is well. He called me and was happy.

2. Got through the day.

3. Alive. 

4. There is some food and water.

5. There is electricity.