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  DEATH: THE SILENCE OF THE LOST SOUL.
It was afternoon and the hot stingy breeze was blowing ferociously through the entire terrain, I was just sitting on the chair and fall asleep, and had a dream. I was on the top of a cliff and was looking at the rising sun. Oh wish I were a rising sun! Well the scenery in front of me was marvellous.there was a hamlet there. And a little boy was flying a kite there with his friends. The kites were coming together and getting apart like they were having a beautiful love story where people meet and get apart and again meet. The boys started chucking after looking at me. They were having unfathomable happiness. I felt embarrassed and moved back.
 All of the sudden something made sound and I woke up. And I just looked out of the window to scrutinize. It was really hot outside. And I saw the old women again.uff the woman was still engaged with her work. I finally decided to have a tete à tete (private conversation) with her so I went downstairs. I saw her eating a half burnt roti(chapatti) with pickle. When she finished her food I went towards her. Wow I finally got a chance to talk to her, to console her. She told me about herself. She has two  kids, one is boy and one is a gal. Her husband died of paralysis :).I got shocked after hearing her miserable story. Her daughter who is age of 7 was molested by the neighbor of her village so she sequestered her family and came here to work. Then she paused, and her eyes filled up with tears. As her tone shifted she said, "Right now I'm
In grief and pain. I have nothing to say. Please just go away.
Oh my god! why you made bastards in this world who just enjoy ruining others life? What was the mistake of that little girl? Why you gave her this kind of punishment? She can never overcome of all of this, can never quell her indelible fear; can never be able to live like a normal human begin in this society :(. It made me despondent. Life of girls here is still in danger always. Their lives are still vulnerable. People slay them worst.they are still beleaguered in our so called egalitarian democratic society.
THE SOCIETY CAN NEVER CHANGE AND THE STORY CAN NEVER END.
THE END….

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  1. nice story neha but i think u need to be a bit positive.....nything can be changed ur comment "THE SOCIETY CAN NEVER CHANGE AND THE STORY CAN NEVER END." is not right.....or say not appropriate

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  2. hey I loved it..........brilliantly written !!
    Keep up d good work........
    n tell u 1 more thing u hv got d ability 2 arouse one's emotions, by making him/her feel as if d story z moving along in the real life !

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  3. Thanks dear Adi :)
    Amit thanks dear..n its not about being positive or negative.. its the fact..

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  4. Yes it may be a fact! (sadly), but as Amit pointed out, you may be limiting yourself with your own statement...

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