"The three of them, queuing impatiently at my feet, took it in turns to rape me through the night. They had acquired a gun and the youngest… came close to strangling me, his hands tight round my throat as he banged my head repeatedly against a stone," Oulton, who is now based in the US, wrote in The Times. "Instead of being shot or strangled, I was loaded into a trailer attached to a tractor and, in exchange for performing oral sex on the boys who weren't driving, was taken to a youth hostel on the outskirts of the city at dawn where, unceremoniously, I was decanted."
She said the attack on her was "emphatically not in the same league" as the "unutterably brutal" gang rape and subsequent death of a 23-year-old woman in a moving bus in Delhi in December 2012. But "now, almost 40 years after I was raped, the news of these gang rapes preoccupy me with anxieties that I thought I had banished long ago."
These are the words of writer Caroline Oulton I read in Hindustan Times of 27/03/13. These made me sad on the image of my country. There were many comments on the post some calling her a liar, some a manipulative writer who just wanted to gain from the infamous delhi gang rape and some felt sorry for her. A truth or a lie, these words were enough to make me feel sorry for her
