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Home? Can four walls encompassing few people be called a home? Is it important in defining us? How important is it in shaping us, making us who we are today?

I have been plagued by these questions for some time now.

My story started in Kolkata, capital of  West Bengal, a state in the north east part of India. West Bengal is not that hard to find. It has a rich history which is easily available on Google. I was born and brought up here. All my firsts, starting from learning to talk, learning to stand, learning to write, learning to understand the world and its people, every first started from here. This place, out of thousand other places became the reason for my existence.

How can a place, a place so small compared to the rest of the world, the rest of the universe become so important? The point of this post is to find an answer to that.

When I started thinking about this question, one recurring answer came to mind, my family. This place does have something that no other places in this world has, my family. It is the family that roots me to this place. My brother says "You never give up on your family." Indeed! What I have learnt is that when everything else ends, it is the family that stays. Family never leaves, never judges, never hate. It became the only static in my life.

I believe everything is built on a foundation. A tree will not survive the storm if it did not have strong, firm roots to hold it still. A building will not survive gravity unless it has those iron rods to give it foundation. A relationship will not mature if it did not have the foundation of love, mutual respect and trust. An artist can never dream and create if he does not have the foundation of his imagination. Foundation.

Family gives foundation. The courage to fight the world, to stand up for yourself, to chase your dreams, to learn to feel, to learn to love, to learn to trust, to learn to laugh, to learn to share pain. The basis for your existence becomes the family, the air to give flight to the wild creature buried deep inside your heart. It becomes the roots for one's tree of life to expand and branch out.

It is the family that makes a building made of bricks, a Home.

The Cry of the Delhi Rape Victim

I still remember mom when once you and dad asked me what I need to do in my life I replied you I will reduce the pain of other’s people and I became a physiotherapist so that I can try my level best to reduce the pain of others. But today I am not able to resist my own pain. Doctors are slashing my body parts for the fifth time like they were never the parts of my body…it is paining a lot mom I am not able to breathe properly and they attached me with oxygen cap please tell the doctors not to give me the anaesthesia mom I am scared I don’t want to close my eyes. If I close my eyes it takes me to that scary phase of my life where I was being cut into pieces I was just a bunch of flesh which was being continuously chopped by those animals. Those faces were very scary mom they were like those hungry animals who were biting at every parts of my body. I don’t have courage to look myself in the mirror. Mom please break all the mirrors nearby me please take me to bath I want to bath I want to sit under the shower for years mom so that I can wash those inhuman touch which had made me to hate my own body I tried to go towards bathroom but my stomach pain didn't allow me to move myself. I can’t raise my head to see you standing outside through door glass. When someone enter in my room I feel very scared mom my heartbeats gets faster my eyes searches for you please be around me. I don’t want to be alone mom these medical instruments beeps are haunting in my brain they sound like those unhelping traffic sounds which muted my cry and pleads which I was doing that time mom. The silence of this room is remembering me that silence when I was thrown on deserted road I don’t know what happened but I was feeling very much cold in the same way like a person shivering with very high temperature. Mom do you remember once when dad slapped me in childhood how much you fought with him until dad didn't brought my favourite chocolate…where is dad mom I can’t see him...is he okay mom ??? Please don’t let him cry mom. Do you remember once how dad got angry on you when you used to shout on me only for anything but they have beaten me and my dearest friend with some metal it was paining a lot mom I saw how he was bleeding to save me but they were coward rascals they kept on beating him together till he didn't collapsed and then they scratched every parts of my body repeatedly mom. You always taught me to fight with the difficult situations but I am very weak in this situation please hold my hand I want to sleep please put my head in your lap please wash my body give me some pain killer my stomach is paining please tell doctor not to cut more parts of my body its paining a lot. I am sorry mom I can’t fight more……

-The Cry of the Delhi Rape Victim

Few days back, in Delhi, the capital city of India, a 23 year old girl was raped by a gang of four guys who not only assaulted her but put a huge rod inside her vagina. The girl is currently fighting for her life and suffering from septicaemia. Her large and small intestines are permanently damaged.

When I heard this story in the television, it was dinner time. Later I tried eating but nothing went inside. There was a fire, in my inner most cavern, it was one of those red hot feeling, which craved vengeance.

I have grown up among gods and goddesses. Since breathing, we are told about the goddesses who are worshiped, feared and revered. That day, sitting on my father’s room, with the television showcasing the story of the rape victim, broke something inside me, for the first time I lost hope, I lost hope in humanity.

Where is the humanity? How can the people who worship Goddess Durga, Goddess Kali do this level of torture on an innocent girl? Are we girls born to be used? Why are we seen as pleasure tools? Has our worth come to this?

If somebody looks at us with lust, society blames our clothes, our intentions. What people fail to realise is that we are human beings! We have the right to dream, to see and to speak.

Until now, I have never felt black disgust for my country. A country, which is one of the hubs of religion, lacks the power to protect we woman. A country, which treats women as commodities, as tools of sexual pleasure, who should be used, battered and then left to rot naked on the street, does not deserve to be called a developing nation.

Where are our rights? When can we confidently say that we are free? After almost 60 years of Independence, we girls are still subjugated, we girls are still dominated.

Where is justice India?

The End of Humanity

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