“My pain became my driving force”
ON DECEMBER 29, 2012, as thousands of women with black tape across their mouths prayed in the national capital for the recovery of a 23-year-old physiotherapy graduate who had been gangraped and mutilated 13 days ago, two people already knew it was over. One was the victim, Nirbhaya, herself. The other was her mother, Asha Devi Pandey. “She knew she was dying,” says Asha Devi. She has spoken about that night a thousand times since, but this is one moment she shares sparingly, when she saw death in her daughter’s eyes.
“When the police first called, I thought she’d recover, that it was an accident. But then I saw her at the hospital. An animal would have shown her more mercy—her scalp had been torn near the neck by the force with which they pulled her hair, her cheeks had bite marks, her lips had only blood, her thighs were swollen from the number of times they beat her with an iron rod,” says Asha Devi. It has been seven years, but she remembers every last detail on her daughter’s face from that time, every word she managed to speak. “When I saw her on the hospital bed, begging for a drop of water I could not give her, the world ceased to exist for me.” Nirbhaya died on December 29 at the Mount Elizabeth Hospital in Singapore.
But even as one world ended for
