#2

This place is finally getting to me. The sin, the disgust I feel when I walk down the street and experience every woman's husband looking at me with eyes that behind which nobody wants to know what is going on. And the women. They just put up with it. What choice do they have? The opression here is so thick you could cut it with a knife. This place feels like a body with a virus that has infected almost every cell. Can India ever be clean? That is a question I fear the answer to. It seems impossible from my perspective.