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       The Sun of the May was emitting scorching hot rays of heat. After the siesta, two daughters of Ammu with their Grandma, were making cow dung cakes under the soothing shade of the Acacia tree. Dadi saw someone running along the fence decorated with the sharp thorns of Acacia. It was Panditain, the lady next door and a close friend of dadi. She quickly opened the gate made up of branches and twigs, and ran under the shade to heal her sun burns away.     “Where is Ammu?”, enquired Panditain. “I haven't seen her doing the household chores these days”.     “That whore is sitting inside as she has blown out her tummy to give a birth to another witch”, replied Dadi.  Although Ammu's daughters were busy making cakes they did pay attention to every word that came from Dadi”. Jigna the elder daughter of Ammu understood what Dadi had said and it was nothing new for her. Sneha wondered what the word 'Whore' mean? To quench h...

Women, a Symbol of Bravery Being born as a girl especially in India is a symbol of bravery. They deserve a Bravery Award just for being a woman. Giving them respect is their birth right regardless of what they do. Even if it is a prostitute one should give respect on the grounds of humanity. But today we see man humiliating, eve teasing every girl or woman they see. Every girl who moves out of home is raped either verbally or visually. People should understand that even staring hurts. Why they do this? Do they think that teasing a girl is bravery or a symbol of being a real man? Disrespecting a girl makes them look cool. We don’t know what the answer is. But a real man is the one who respects women as she should be regardless of what she does or what she wears. An earnest endeavor to survive is not dependent on ones status of being rich or poor but on sex. Yes, women are the one who struggle for every breath they heave for. They are like brave warriors who carry a spear plunged inside...