The pinewood beyond the fences or her village home was the place she loved most; it was a place she could find herself back, no matter how tough the day was.
The winter snow thaws to wet
The bed of cones and needles of pine;
A mushroom joins the family.
Every year she sees a new mushroom added as winter makes way for spring.
But for her, spring is yet to come, as she waits for the trial to get over, and see the four animals punished; animals that raped and left her brutally devastated by the roadside to die.
This week, I thought a lot to write something sweet, fairy or sci-fi, but the recent uproar since last two days on the Delhi rape accused interview, I couldn’t shake off the thought – why those four barbarians are still alive, while the innocent girl’s soul still waits for justice.
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