What a dead soul seeks!

Was not going to mention this and not comparing it to any other situation as well.

I remember it the Holi festival. Festival of joy and everything. It became black for me by evening when i saw the bruises on her skin.

Was not as enthusiastic as always i used to be. Something felt wrong. Did not touch a single color or let anyone. It feels only yesterday. Did not have much appetite. By midday mutton was being prepared by mother. Dad seemed happy as usual. Group of uncles who always used to visit every door to put colors as they call the senior men bhaiya and so missus is sister in law and can put colors as respect and joy. Would seek blessing from the elders. It has never been the same again. 

I hear that people have started fighting. An hour later, i got to hear that it has become more serious. I am a stay home kinda person but i keep going to the balcony and wish things to calm down.

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Alash, an uncle was killed. Some said it was stones that people threw stones on him and he died.

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By after miday there is revolt. Police has its presence by now. I have faith that things should go fine now and justice will be served. The people urging for justice go more voilent. 

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The more police tries to supress the voilence by every means the more the urge for justice. Nobody deserved to die the way he did. Absolutely nobody. May his sould rest in peace, but how can it. He is hardly married for a year or two has a daughter to look after?

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I don't know what his soul seeks. Comfort in her loves arm, wealth for his family or one more day perhaps to say goodbye.

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Some intelligent intellectuals try to talk out the situation and wanted people to not go voilent the way they were. A daring young man comes to the other side with a message to calm. Nobody listens to him. He returns empty handed. I wish that they listenend to Dilip Bhayiya. A very kind man indeed.

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The SP gives the police more power now. Bullets. A lady gets hit. Everybody is talking, rather say gossiping. The spot is 300 metre away from my balcony, diagonally.

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By evening something happens. Me and Vipin Bahiya hide in the corner room. He asks me to get under the bed and maintain a pin drop silence. An jour later all i could gather up was he was crying and weeping. He doesn't know who to ask for help. There is a curfew. He doesn't care. Takes out the bike and did whatever best a 19 year old could do. Rest is history.

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I see my mother crying and showing the bruises of how brutally the police had beaten her. Her skin is pale, heart in grief, black marks in her thighs, arms, evey part of the body. She mentions how they dragged her from inside the house to the street and did the same to my father. He was arrested for no particular reason. He is a primary school teacher and a writer. Poet by heart. Best speaker, story writer, a radio station narrator. He was never the same person after he returned after  months in jail. He was accused as Ugrawadi. ( extremist does not mean the same for a state like Jharkhand)

I laugh at the odds now. All men who were arrested had nothing to do with it. No one wanted to witness the fact that he is kind human being and all he knows about protest is strong penned down words. 

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My mother kept visiting the Superintendent with a letter each day. She returns empty handed as that person barely had time to get out of bunglow. She went on like that for months before she went hopeless.

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It is evening by now. Everything dark. It was so dark from then that i have lost faith. The only thing i trust is a experienced man's judgement.

I once asked my father, why don't we have  young Prime Ministers, to that he said, ”young people lack the sense of judgement and pateince, that they would bring war, they are not at all deplomatic”.

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I go to my drawing room in the morning. The mirror turned into ashes, still speaks to and demands justic!

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I talk to the fellow ladies. They express their fear. One said she was threatend that they would insert that bamboo into her vigina and had been abused as if tho she was an animal. That young educated lady demands justice!

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Other has to say that the police touched her overall body while abusing. I hope that was all that happened?

She demands justice!

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Has anybody got answers to the woman who lost her leg and the woman who still suffers the horror or to the woman who still feels like it was only yesterday and waits for the holi that will be colorful as she will forget that she wouldn't be writing this if it were not for the proper judiciary system?