PM @narendramodi stood up and said I'm sorry to every mother, sister, daughter in this country. It was the apology of someone who genuinely could not give us what we deserved and knew it. And in 40 years of waiting, no one has ever said sorry for that. No one. This is perhaps the first honest acknowledgment I've heard in my entire adult life that something was owed to us and it wasn't delivered. That landed. That actually landed. And while he was saying sorry, on the other side of Parliament, they were clapping. While women lost their seats, they CLAPPED. Joyful. Celebrating. Tables were being thumped. PM is spot on when he says, "नारी सब भूल जाती है। अपना अपमान कभी नहीं भूलती।" A woman forgets everything. She never forgets her humiliation. It's something every woman in this country already knows in her bones. Every woman who won her panchayat election on merit. Every woman who wanted to take that fire to Parliament. Someone in that chamber voted to keep her out. And then clapped and cheered. I felt bad when he apologized. Genuinely bad. Because it meant something was owed and not delivered, and someone actually acknowledged that. I know who said sorry. I know who clapped. I know who offered credit and who refused the bill anyway. I know who fears the woman from the panchayat more than any political opponent. 2029 is coming. The seats will be delimited. And the women of this country forget nothing. Nothing.
