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Ongoing, First published Apr 16, 2018
How many more ''GINIRUNG''s , how many more ''ASIFA''s need to sacrifice their lives to shake the collective conscience of the nation? When will  people cutting across religion, class, caste come together and express their anger in the form of protests against grousome activity like rapes instead of turning such  horrific episode into a  battlefield of religious war?    

Religion has nothing to do with rape or rapist. Temple is a place of holiness  where people go to wash their sins away but if that place of God  is sinned by some culprits to quench their filthy thirst , would you still consider them religious people? The fact is, rapists belong to no caste or religion, they are culprits and possess threat to not only one particular community but to all women and people at large. Is not it the peak time to universally demand an end to the violent treatment of women in our country?
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