Delhi, 2026. Listen to the street—not the traffic, the language.
Every second sentence loops through "madarchod" "behenchod." Mother. Sister. Abuse routed straight through women.
Pause and think about this.
We come from a civilisation that carved creation itself as sacred union—linga and yoni as cosmic principle, not shame. Now the feminine is a verbal punching bag.
What changed? Not our DNA. Not our gods.
