My living Padmavati
The recent debate has showcased Rajasthan’s shame and the community’s misplaced valour
My Padmavati is a four-year-old in rural India, possibly in the desert state of Rajasthan. She is lucky to be alive. She has escaped the processes of sex-selective abortion and female infanticide. But, her fight has just begun. As she enters her teens, she will face the outlawed menace of child marriage, dowry demands, domestic violence, and honour killing (in case she dares to select her life partner). That is, if she till then has managed to ward off malnutrition, rape on her daily trips to find a lonely spot for defecation, sexual harassment, child trafficking, and even accusations of witchcraft.