Dear Supporters,

First of all, thank you so much for your donations! Keep them coming for this precious little girl. I wanted to share an interesting story about raising funds for this innocent sweetheart.

We are running until Valentine's Day - that is the deadline because I wanted to make this campaign about love. Let us show her love. Let us love each other. Let us love ourselves.

Let us help her know she is loved, loved, loved, and that her story matters in our world. Everyone matters. You reading this do, too. <3

When I heard about this last week, I became physically sick to my stomach. I was so enraged and defeated, I felt so much for the parents and of course the little girl.

Friends of mine this year have given births to little baby girls, and I remembered the celebrations, the little gifts, the happiness of bringing a new little baby into the world. How the children were welcomed with open arms, the way they should be. This is the opposite. This is wrong in every way.

I didn't know what to do - how to collect, as I am overseas in New York. But I wanted to do something. Women live in fear in Delhi. Evil men are allowed to get away with murder, literally, and they make the good men look bad. Not all men are bad, there are good men, and we need their help to change things too. Swati is right. This mentality needs to change. Laws need to be enforced.

I didn't know how any of this was going to work and I decided to raise funds on Milaap. Most importantly - I wanted the full funds - every dime, penny, and rupee to go to the mother. I didn't want to send a check overseas and have a random corrupt government official take this money. I reached out to Swati and they put the bank account is in the mother's name, which is good, and it is anonymous, which is also good because this entire money belongs to that family.

I will end with this - on the first day, I felt so defeated because I didn't know what to do in the world, and that night I did my laundry. When I pulled my clothes from the dryer I brought them to my room to fold, however when I began to fold I immediately did a double-take. I don't know how - but there was the cutest baby's sock, sitting right there on top of my laundry in the exact size for an 8-month old child.

I do not have any children. That sock certainly wasn't mine. I don't know what it means, but I had a big lump in my throat.

*Lastly: If you know any celebrities or major public leaders/etc. please let them know about this campaign so they can Tweet and get the word out and speak up for it. Thank you for speaking out about it. Here too I just found out in America there was a rape of an 8-month-old not too long ago, this is disgusting and these men need to be dealt with in the harshest way possible. Let's get the word out and make sure this girl does not have to suffer another day in her life.

I have chosen Durga as my icon because she is the protective mother of the universe, she is is a force that is to be reckoned with, and she reminds me to use my rage as fuel for change.

Let us help her know she is loved, loved, loved, and that her story matters in our world. Everyone matters. You reading this do, too. <3

Thank you so much for your donations. Bless you, all and bless the little baby and her family.