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I try hard to keep my mind away from the gruesome incident of Telengana. But, it just sits there at the back of my mind. It makes me shudder many times a day. Is it just for me, or for all women or for all of our species?
    At the time of Nirbhaya, I was curious to find out what went wrong.. It was kind of unbelievable at that time. But not any more.. Anything is possible now. It happened near a toll plaza, not in a remote area..It was planned and executed.
   Is it exposure to porn? Is it alcohol or narcotics? Or is it some outbreak that contaminate the minds of men? What is it that makes some men the deadliest creatures on earth?
   The culprits need to be executed at the earliest, before the chill inside goes away..Just do away with them, before another such case pop up..Yes, another case is extremely probable under these circumstances. We can only hope and pray for a miracle.. A miracle to extinguish the deadly epidemic.
  Dear girl!! Rest in peace!! This world is not for women anyway..

Preetha Raj
   

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