I looked down to see whether i had left an impact but wat i saw was a mob fighting for justice but were they actually fighting for justice or craving for justice to just happen while they shouted for the sake of looking like they cared . But admist the thousands there was this one girl this one soul i attached myself to beacuse purity has a way of making people find it . I looked at what she looked .when i say looked i dont mean the the materialistic things around her but deep into those animate and inanimate things that only she had discovered .eveything from her perspective . And then i became her ...
The girl -
I looked back and when i did that i did not see the tree behind me or the crowd that covered my back . I did not see the road or the flags of rebellion instead i saw a woman . A mundane girl deemed of age ready to take on the world that awaits her ,ready to embrace her future, ready to give in her best to acheive something her heart wanted to and there she stood standing waiting for her ride to arrive waiting for her bus full of her dreams . her future is at the brink of making her walk on the carpet of fame when she is abandoned at the devils altar , she is mercilessly tossed like a lifeless toy . her esteem is ripped apart just like her clothes. her respect lies in shreds waiting to be picked up and stiched back together . The girl is waiting ,waiting to be picked up but she is just like that inanimate peice of cloth. she is that cloth that nobody wants to touch or that nobody bothers to pick up. She is like the shards of glass broken and shattered into a thousand million pieces .scattered and left untouched in a mess and finally when the world sees her story that too through their eyes they pick up candles and banners they pick up flags of rebellion and wait till their own brothers and sons commit the same crime, molest another woman and then all they do is wait for a judgment to pass that is based on the amount of substabtial notes each party has given . And so the custom reapeats in almost every family and every individual that is there in the rebellion and ofcourse those who did not even bother to join the rebellion or the so called justice seeking community. They repeat the same story support the same cause and go against it themselves . They pray and declare their prayers fake they rebel an do the same thing themselves and even if they dont directly commit the crime they fully take part in the molestation by ignoring what happens infront of them . They let the molestation happen infront of their eyes and then they rebel and consider themeselves just and brave that they are raising their voice against something worng . But actually they are just scared people who can scream their lungs out but still ignore and avoid the inner truth which waits inside slowly dying ...
