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Shredded Soul


She was 8, I was 22, we both were in normal clothes, the only difference we had that she was from Kathua and I was from the capital city, Delhi. The problem can never be in normal clothes, it's those unbeknownst species, who are faulty, it's their upbringing, were they even born of a woman? Another story goes as such, Diwali, the festival of lights, the little one was 16, she was prowled by 4 of them and those were feasting on her flesh, the flesh which you were born from, the flesh which you were fed from, she wishes, the woman who gave you birth had wisdom instead of milk, or had poison so that you would have got killed. Diwali never sounded so dark after that, the festival of lights, the diyas looked like a cup of respect I had left, the delicacies, looked like they will be shoved down through my throat too. What was my fault even? Why Ravan was killed? And every year you men, you cowards, yes you, and you, hey you too, you all burn his effigies to burn down the amoral and hineous crimes he did? What for? Should I wait for next Diwali when this will happen with someone in UP again? Or should the women burn down effigies of those people who ogle at her. Please next Diwali let us burn the Ravan too, not that effigy, the one inside you, for we know you can't burn it on your own, else you would not have desired for my body in a pathetic way, or burn down on your own, before you desire your sister's or mom's or your daughter's body, please give us the bow and burning arrow and hang your desires up above the sky, we will burn each one of them by hitting the bull's eye. So, decide it right away if you want to stop it or if you want another Nirbhaya and Asifa Story?

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