and when she'll get up, she won't find her wings !

And she thought she is safe somewhere. Of course then, she was an idiot. She'll either die or maybe she'll survive but will she be able to live now? Is life just measured by breathe count? I assume the nation will raise its voice again, protest marches, table banging in parliament but what if they'r tired, what if they have given up, given up to this way of living of waking everyday to a new morning news of another female fool who thought she could breathe freely in this country, then maybe the newspapers would start up a new column or a page called The Rapes Of India. Her cries of pain will eventually evaporate into nothing.

Right from the day she was born he was mightier, stronger and the one who has to carry the world forward and she was weaker, delicate, unsubstantial. If this is what has to happen then female foeticide would be better option. Its better not to let a plant shoot up and dream of touching the sky if it'll be slaughtered anyway.

Today it is not me writing this, it is every she speaking to you, every she who feels herself trapped in an unending tunnel with no ray of light at end, every she you talk of, every she you objectify, every she you try to grope in public transport, every she you whistle at in the corner of street, every she who tries to cover up herself but never is able to hide, every she whose eyes carries a fear of your eyes, every she who curses God for giving her this life, every she who had wings and every she you did not let fly.

That girl in the mirror !

Just a few minutes were left. Any moment she would be called downstairs. For the first time after quite a long period she looked into the mirror and was startled at what she saw. She took a step away, she could not find herself, there was a girl dressed up in a color she didn't like, she looked at it, that girl in the mirror, her empty eyes were outlined with a lot of kohl, a plenty of strained lines on her forehead were ruling out the beautiful hairstyle that was made, the makeup that had been put on so well failed to hide the scars of past from her face.

There was a picture of her from the college days on the side table, a complete contrast to that ill looking girl in the mirror. She was a girl full of life just like any other girl of her age. Shopping, outings and parties with friends were her life. Born and brought up in a well off family and being the only girl, she never had seen any misery of life. All before that one night when the world around her changed. She was looking very pretty that night. A guy in the party asked her to dance with him. She looked with disgust at the shabbily dressed and drunk man and refused. Soon it was getting late and she left for home. 
It was raining heavily and she was driving her way back to home. She thought that she should call her mother and inform that she is fine and may get late due to the heavy rain. "My mom worries a lot. She wouldn't even eat till I come back home" she thought to herself, blaring the horn of car at a stupid car driver who had stopped abruptly in front of her car when she slowed down to make the call. Suddenly a person with a black umbrella knocked on her car window.She was scared and did not open her window. Instead she started moving the car in back direction only to realize that her way had been blocked by another car from behind.
Terrified by the happenings she searched for her cell to call her dad but suddenly there was a huge crash on her windshield, a few glass pieces pricked into her eyes and face and before she could realize anything more there were a few hands running all over her body. She could have cried out for help but something was choking her throat. She tried to get hold of herself and run out of her car but every attempt she made proved futile. She started crying but they were just tears. Her voice seemed to have refused to come out. With all the little left over energy she again tried to push them away but those animals were much stronger and she gave up. Her eyes had started shutting, she thought her end was near and was waiting for it but she was wrong. Those monsters did even worse.They left her alive.

Today after six years from that incidence she looked into the mirror to see a girl she did not recognize. She realized that those thirty minutes were not the most shady minutes of her life.That night was not the darkest night of her life. It had darkened every coming day of her life. Dark and darker each day.The darling daughter had become a sorrow for parents. Her eyes had looked into many eyes, some had sympathy,some had anger, some were filled with disgust for those criminals and some had hatred for the girl, there was pain, there was agony but what she did not could find anywhere was "Love".
She looked down from the balcony. A man in his late forties, dressed up well was being welcomed into her house. There were a few other people along with him. There was a knock on the door, she heard her mother calling her name. She turned away from the picture on the table and walked towards to the door.