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A Letter to Ananya

January 5,2017 , 2:43am



Dear Ananya,

   How are you, hope you are having a good time ? I am fine here preparing for my exams. Yeah its very late i was about to go to bed but thought to write you a letter. Recently going through a news i felt devastated and and i could not stop being angry. It caused a long thinking process which i would like to share with you today.

Which era of Human civilization are we living in ? Where potential mothers are raped, burnt, molested and harassed, and that too in the name of manliness. And what will we call a father sending his daughter out for prostitution ? 
A 13 year old girl who doesn't even know about sex being dragged to sleep with a man twice or more than her age just to feed his everlasting hunger for SEX. 
Well you see it's 21st century, century of technical advancement, century where feminism and women empowerment is the topic of debates across the globe. Its the century where a girl can be selected on WhatsApp for hourly rates and that too none other than the young and innocent generation, like to repeat YOUNG and INNOCENT generation. But then a question arises in my mind, is it bad to sell your body ? Maybe no, but what bad is being forced to.
But then there are some good people some noble souls who spend their lives not in enjoying the comforts of life but to provide a life of comforts to others. Who put others first, who's happiness lies in seeing others happy. Who doesn't put a stamp on your character just by your past but by who you are from inside.
My heart wrench when i think how a life of these slave would be, slave yes slave there life is no better than a innocent man behind bars. I wonder what would be the life of a prostitute, a worker anyone who's freedom to think and act is forcefully taken from them. How would a normal day would be for them ? DO they ever dream of getting free ? to breath the fresh air ?
I wonder how many people die for their country's freedom, for their peoples freedom yet thousands and thousands of children are born slave.
I wonder what a girl might think, whose parent sold her to a dalal for a few thousand rupees, who in turn would sell her to someone else for a few thousand more, until finally she reaches a place where her dignity is stripped naked from her soul just like her clothes from her body , again and again without any mercy, without being cared for what she is from within but how she look from outside, without caring how she feels but how she makes you feel. 
Does this girl every hope for a better future someday ? Does she believe in the almighty, the GOD ? Does she believe that there are Good people too ? peoples who have more to offer her then to fulfill their own sexual desires. 
Thinking what she wakes up in the morning, and thinking what she sleeps at night ? Does she ever aspires ? or Desires to be somebody great somebody free ? Would she ever want to see her parents again ?
May be she is like a Bird, captured in a cage. The Bird is waiting for someone to open the doors for her. On opening the doors she comes out and look to her surrounding. She had not been flying since ages. She doesn't believe her wings but in herself. She takes a deep breath and take the jump of her life. She starts to descend down, fearing what to do she suddenly opens her wings and starts to flap, flap them faster, faster and faster, harder every time and finally she fly and fly and fly.


I guess that was all for today Ananya. I always feel good to share with you things that continuously disturbs me. Stay happy and blessed. Will talk you more over next letter,

Till then,
Goodbye and Take care

Robin


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