There was no single moment.
No one headline.
No isolated tragedy..
Instead, it was the growing, relentless pattern. News from one part of the country would barely fade before another emerged — a young woman attacked while returning home in the north, a student assaulted on campus in the east, a professional targeted in a metropolitan city in the west, a child harmed in a quiet town in the south. Different geographies. Different circumstances. The same violence. Two words began to echo everywhere — in conversations, in headlines, in social media feeds, in whispered warnings between families:
“Raped.”
“Murdered.”
They played on a loop in my mind. What disturbed me most was not only the brutality of these crimes, but the realisation that they were not anomalies. They were symptoms of a deeper reality - a world where safety for women is still uncertain, conditional, and often dependent on privilege, location, or support systems. I began to feel an overwhelming frustration. And alongside it, a profound helplessness.