Nothing inspires me more than writing. To be able to carve out thoughts into words is, at times, a frightening experience, but satisfying too as words flow down from the core of the heart to the pen and then arrange themselves to form meaningful expressions on paper in a bid to create an unprecedented impact.
At times, words and feelings need a vent and what better channel can be than one’s own pen. My writing reflects the turmoil within as words come together to lend an everlasting peace.
Saturday, 29 December 2012
Nirbhaya living in our memories
Nirbhaya in her last days in her fight for justice
Nirbhaya is dead and our country is silent. Silent by the shock, grief, and anger against the perpetrators of the crime. We have lost one among us, do not know how many more we are yet to loose. How many more would have to go unnoticed? Unnoticed by us, unnoticed by the government. But, their is one thing which we dare not ignore. Her condition has brought us all together irrespective of our caste and communal biases. Suddenly, the whole nation seems to have opened its eyes against our hungry for power politicians. She is dead and lies in our memories as one of us who has lost her battle in her fight for justice. May her soul rest in peace and may our souls arise before it is too late.
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