Why You Should Start Studying ? : 7 Most Practical Reasons !!

Hello Folks! Welcome to the time of sleepless nights and bathless days. When Chai & Coffee bills increase like anything and When the guy at the "PhotoCopy" shop becomes our best friend. Welcome To EXAMS ... !!

Since our childhood we have been fed with thousands of reasons as, "Why we Should Study ?" From Leisure, to Money, to a Comfortable Lifestyle, our parents have tried to boost us up with every possible perk. But today I have tried to provide you guys, 7 Most Practical Reasons as, "Why we Should Start Studying ?"

1. Life is Good in a 4 BHK with Dolby surround sound, and Central AC: Well, starting with few most common answers. All that we are enjoying today is because our parents our earning. But what after we are 25 !! So start studying to keep on enjoying all those luxurious settings. 

2. A Beautiful Wife: How many times does it happen that you see an "Angel" like girl, with a "Black Mamba" type guy [No Offenses, I am no racist -_-], and drop your jaw with a sighing feedback, "Yaar isko ye kaise mil gayi .. !!" Well, Welcome to reality, "Money Rules The World." There comes a time, when our so called "Bimbos" are smart enough to make a life long lasting choice. So start studying, to have a beautiful wife, if you are relying on an arranged marriage. :P

3. Marry Your Love: This is one of my favorite points, "One of the best feelings in the world is when your GirlFriend becomes your wife." So start studying if you want to Marry Your Love. It's a bitter reality of life my dear "Love can't pay bills". It's good that you love her, but to keep her, you have to earn. And I guess, the priceless love at least deserves this much. ;)

4. Your Honeymoon "Paris or Palampur": Indeed a very important point. Man! You have to study at least for this. If you can stay awake a few nights now, then you will decide the nights after marriage will be in "Paris or Palampur", "Switzerland or Shimla", "Malaysia or Musoorie".

5. A Lamborghini: Well, that's my choice, you can dream about your favorites. If you want to buy that "White Beauty", start studying, because it costs some "Bloody 2.5 god damn crores at least". 

6. Pay Bills on a Family Dinner/Outing: Again, one of my Favorites. Our parents have been paying for us since past many years. Imagine the feeling, when you can hold your father's hand and say, "I can pay today .." :) . Remember when you were ill, they arranged the best possible treatment, they will need you the same way, a few years from now, prepare yourself to be a good son/daughter.

7. Live Life King Size: Walk Like your own master, Talk like a personality and Live like a King, everyone wants all this. Fortunately OR Unfortunately, You have to "WorkHard" for all this. ;) :)

Things are not that difficult, they never were, Rather, we are the ones who make them tough. I remember once, one of my teachers told me in 8th standard when he saw me practicing signatures at the end of my notebook, 

" 'Scratch' your Pens Now, so that you can enjoy 'Signing' in the future, AND if you will waste time 'Signing' Now, You have to 'Scratch' your Pens in Future."

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Reforming Indian Education System ...

“Education is the manifestation of perfection already existing in a man”

-- Swami Vivekanand

Indeed, the words of wisdom from a great India icon. An Indian Personality, obviously with an Indian “introvert” mindset, delivering an Indian thought. But, do we Indian adhere to it.

Shall I expect my parents to allow me to drop everything and roam around in this world, just because I like to explore and write. Will our parents allow any of us to drop engineering and learn music, dance or even start a business, Just because we like it. The answer is an obvious NO. 

Sorry, “Swami Vivekananda”, due to traditional theoretical attitude, “We love to read about you and your thoughts but can’t follow you.” 

Ironically, you won’t find any of the Indian Universities in World’s top 100 Universities, BUT Ironically, you will find an Indian at every top and respected position in this world. Let it be UNO, WTO, Worl Bank, Harvard, Cambridge, USA, UK, Canada, Australia, Japan, Germany or anywhere else, you will find an Indian name into the top chairs. 

“Education System of India”, has been the hottest topic of the past 10 years for discussion. We discuss, Indeed, we discuss a lot. But certainly, we are not able to implement anything. We go to US and UK for higher education as they have a better system to educate, but we don’t try to pick up those good points from them and process them in India.

I won’t talk much about the Present Scenario, or the statistics, Because all of us are well aware of that. Rather, As a citizen of Democratic India, I would like to suggest some of the reforms to the Indian Education System, to make it better, stronger and Sustainable.

• Starting with the various boards in India: We have different state boards, a centralized C.B.S.E board, a so called “much difficult” I.C.S.E board and many others. Just like the “Diverse India”, our basics of Education are also very much Diverse.
  
  We should have a single Board of Education, for the whole nation. So that it will be easier for us make laws, policies for them. Because now if we start to make any change, we face problems like, marking system, “strictness” and course plan of different Boards are different. A single board can have all the state level subjects, languages etc, as options. This way all will be equalized, in terms of quality of basic education.

• In the view of “easing the pressure” of the student community, we have fallen into a wrong cycle of easing the course plan till 10th and then suddenly give them an IQ booster in 11th and 12th.
  
  We are actually missing the real reason of “Pressure”. Well, it’s not the studies, it’s not the course. It’s the “society.” If someone can do what he likes to do, the term called “pressure” can be erased.
  
  I suggest to include topics like Differentiation, Integration, Vectors etc. From 9th or 10th class onwards so that it suddenly does not strike like an “alien” in 11th & 12th. This way we will ease some pressure from 11th class. Also the students opting for commerce or arts, may skip mathematics as a subject altogether, and study whatever they like.

• Primary School Teachers: Education starts from the basics, so teachers teaching us the basics should be efficient enough. Primary school teachers are appointed by BTC or B.Ed.
  
  The procedure for selection of these courses is simply a written test, although they are going to educate “The Next Generation” for the coming years. Most of these BTC & B.Ed teachers are not interested in any kind of “Generation Building”, rather they are just bothered about 20,000 rupees per month.
  
  Hence, I propose to conduct a GD (Group Discussion) or PI (Personnel Interview) for the aspirants of these courses, to judge their seriousness as well as willpower for such a great job. Just like we have it for applying in the private companies or other reputed government jobs.

• To further Enhance the quality of teachers, we should have a separate University to make teachers. Just like we have for engineers, doctors etc. Where they will be taught and groomed just to become a teacher.

• The reservation has been an epicenter of the issues in the Indian Education System. The simple reason offered for granting reservation to some communities is that, “They are not in connect with proper primary education, hence they are offered reservation at graduation.”
  
  First of all, that could have been the case 40 years from now. But, now even the guys from backward communities are liable of good education, still they are offered reservation. Hence, reservation should be given on the basis of “Income”, if it’s has to be given, and not on the basis of caste or religion.  
  
  Secondly, we should ensure compulsory and quality primary education for all, by following the reform mentioned above, so that we can remove reservation entirely, maybe 10 years from now.
• Assignments & Project Based Practical Education: The Idea is simple, instead of sessional or midterm examinations, we should give weekly or monthly assignments or projects to students. And they will be evaluated on the simple credit basis.
  
  Students have to achieve some set credits to pass the respective semester. For that they have to do a set of assignments or projects. Instead of a written examination, they should give presentations and vivas on the topic of the project. This will ensure practical as well as theoretical knowledge.
• Mushrooming of Engineering, Diploma, and other such institutes and universities is a “proxy development” for our education system. Such institutes, do not provide proper infrastructure or opportunities for such a, technical course.
  
  So instead of granting licenses and permission to every second college in the country. The Indian government, should increase the number of seats in the colleges, with good quality education and infrastructure. Because the low profile institutes, use infrastructure, power and other resources, but what they produce in return, is hardly of any use to the nation or mankind.
  
  Hence, No. of seats in IITs, NITs and other prominent private and government colleges and universities, must be increased, so that more and more people can pursue a quality education.

Education was not ever meant to be what it has become today. Even a farmer can be educated irrespective of that fact that he can't even write his name. The whole idea of Education is to become aware about yourself and your surroundings, but we are failing that pathetically.

The list of educational reforms can be never ending. But through this article, I have just tried, to provide some basic and obvious reforms to the Indian Education System.

“Learning is like a cow of desire, it yields in all seasons.”

-- Chanakya

Hence, I wish a Strong, Feasible and Sustainable Education system in my country.

Jai Hind, Jai Bharat.

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Shayari #013 ... ( शायरी #013... )

Nahi peeta hun yaaron mai, aaj ek raaz mujhe sabko batana hai ....
Ye nasha aashiqui kaa hai, uski nigaahon me basa ek maikhana hai ....

Naa roko ab koi, doob jaane do is nashe me,
Bujha do ye shammayen aaj ghar andheron se sajana hai ....

Aaj phir hai uske labon pe, kisi aur ki saanson ki mehak,
Vo phir jhuth bolegi, aaj phir peene kaa bahana hai ....

Kya shayari kya gazalen, sab bejaan hain uske aage ,
Naadan hun mai, aur uski nigaahen shayraana hain ....

Roz ek bheed hoti hai, uski nigaahon se roobaroo ,
Use kaho ab to pehchaan le, ek shaayar bhi uska deewana hai ....

"romeo"

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नहीं पीता हूँ यारों मै, आज एक राज़ मुझे सबको बताना है ...
ये नशा आशिकी का है, उसकी निगाहों में बसा एक मैख़ाना है ...

ना रोको अब कोई, डूब जाने दो इस नशे में,
बुझा दो ये शम्माएँ आज घर अँधेरों से सजाना है ...

आज फिर है उसके लबों पे, किसी और कि साँसों की महक,
वो फिर झूठ बोलेगी, आज फिर पीने का बहाना है ...

क्या शायरी क्या ग़ज़लें, सब बेजान हैं उसके आगे,
नादान हूँ मै, और उसकी निगाहें शायराना हैं ...

रोज़ एक भीड़ होती है, उसकी निगाहों से रूबरू,
उसे कहो अब तो पहचान ले, एक शायर भी उसका दीवाना है ...

"romeo"

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Chehra ( चैहरा )

Chehre pe haste chehre, chehron pe hasta chehra ...
Ek muskurahat ki aad me, thahakon se bachta chehra ...

"Kaun saa naqaab pahnu main ?", Khud hi se ladta chehra ...
Jitna sajata khud ko, utna hi bigadta chehra ...

AAg se darte chehre, par chehre se 'jalta' chehra ...
Chehre pe haste chehre, chehron pe hasta chehra ...

Chehron se milte chehre, chehron se chupta chehra ...
Kuch saans lete chehre, un chehron me ghut ta chehra ...

Kitaabon ko padhte chehre, un chehron ko padhta chehra ...
Andheron me jeete chehre, un chehron se darta chehra ...

Har taraf hain naqaab, naqaabon me jeeta chehra ...
Naqaabon ki hai keemat, har keemat pe bikta chehra ...

Samundar me khada hokar, lehron pe hasta chehra ...
Chehre pe haste chehre, chehron pe hasta chehra ...

Bikne vaale chehre, bechne vala chehra,
par khareedne vala, ek naqaab hai ...
Padhta jaa ae shayar, yun hi sareaam,
har chehra ek kitaab hai ...

Har mehnge naqaab ke piche, chupa ek sasta chehra ...
Chehre pe haste chehre, chehron pe hasta chehra ..

"romeo"

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चेहरे पे हस्ते चेहरे, चेहरों पे हस्ता चेहरा ...
एक मुस्कुराहट की आड़ मे, ठहाकों से बचता चेहरा ...

"कौन सा नक़ाब पहनूँ मैं ?", खुद ही से लड़ता चेहरा ...
जितना सजाता खुद को, उतना ही बिगड़ता चेहरा ...

आग से डरते चेहरे, पर चेहरे से 'जलता' चेहरा ...
चेहरे पे हस्ते चेहरे, चेहरों पे हस्ता चेहरा ...

चेहरों से मिलते चेहरे, चेहरों से चूपता चेहरा ...
कुछ साँस लेते चेहरे, उन चेहरों मे घुटता चेहरा ...

किताबों को पढ़ते चेहरे, उन चेहरों को पढ़ता चेहरा ...
अँधेरों में जीते चेहरे, उन चेहरों से डरता चेहरा ...

हर तरफ हैं नक़ाब, नक़ाबों मे जीता चेहरा ...
नक़ाबों की है कीमत, हर कीमत पे बिकता चेहरा ...

समुंदर मे खड़ा होकर, लहरों पे हस्ता चेहरा ...
चेहरे पे हस्ते चेहरे, चेहरों पे हस्ता चेहरा ...

बिकने वाले चेहरे, बेचने वाला चेहरा,
पर खरीदने वाला, एक नक़ाब है ...
पढ़ता जा ऐे शायर ! यूँ ही सरेआम,
हर चेहरा एक किताब है ...

हर महँगे नक़ाब के पीछे, छुपा एक सस्ता चेहरा ...
चेहरे पे हस्ते चेहरे, चेहरों पे हस्ता चेहरा ... 

"romeo"

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Kaash Mai Deewana Ban Jaaun ... (काश मै दीवाना बन जाऊँ ... )

Note: People, having problem in reading this gazal in "roman English", may refer to the same text written below, in Hindi.

Zindagi Ki Haqeeqat kaa Afsana ban jaaun ...
Kaash maut aane tak, mai deewana ban jaaun ...

Kisi ke liye to koode ke barabar bhi nahi mai,
Shayad kisi ke liye Khazana ban jaaun ...

Chand saalon me naa khatam ho ye shaksiyat meri,
Mai is kadr jiyun ke ek Zamana ban jaaun ...

Likhoon to raaton me, padhun to uski aankhon me,
mai nazm - e - aashiqui kaa ek Thikana ban jaaun ...

Kaash maut aane tak mai Deewana ban jaaun ...

Naa lagaun sharab hothon se bas jeene ki khatir,
agar piyun to is kadr ki Maikhana ban jaaun ...

Jo koi hothon se lagaye to behak jaaye,
Mai chalta firta ek Paimana ban jaaun ... 

Zindagi Ki Haqeeqat kaa Afsana ban jaaun ...
Kaash maut aane tak, mai deewana ban jaaun ...

"romeo"

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ज़िंदगी की हक़ीक़त का अफ़साना बन जाऊँ ...
काश मौत आने तक, मै दीवाना बन जाऊँ ...

किसी के लिए तो कूड़े के बराबर भी नही मै,
शायद किसी के लिए ख़ज़ाना बन जाऊँ ...

चंद सालों में ना ख़तम हो ये शक्सियत मेरी,
मै इस कद्र जियूँ के एक ज़माना बन जाऊँ ...

लिखूँ तो रातों में, पढ़ूँ तो उसकी आँखों में,
मै नज़्म - ए - आशिकी का एक ठिकाना बन जाऊँ ...

काश मौत आने तक मै दीवाना बन जाऊँ ...

ना लगाऊँ शराब होठों से बस जीने की खातिर,
अगर पीयूँ तो इस कद्र कि मैखना बन जाऊँ ...

जो कोई होठों से लगाए तो बहक जाए,
मै चलता फिरता एक पैमाना बन जाऊँ ... 

ज़िंदगी की हक़ीक़त का अफ़साना बन जाऊँ ...
काश मौत आने तक, मै दीवाना बन जाऊँ ...

"romeo"

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The 13 Year old Girl with a Red Lipstick ... !!!

“The intensity of life” is the most variable function in this world. It varies greatly from being a farmer to being a businessman, from being a politician to being an actor, from being a son to being a husband and from being a sister to being a prostitute. You change the frame, change the perception, and in a go, your take on life changes. Once I met a 13 year old girl wearing a blood red colored lipstick, and things changed after that night.

I, 26 year old, soon to be married Aeronautical Engineer, was travelling from Delhi to Agra by road. It was a cloudy night of August. I like to travel at night, One, it saves the day for other important works, Two, there's very less traffic, Three and the most important, it's Quiet. I recently bought a Hyundai i20 (On Loan), and was very happy to show it to my fiance. She was an Assistant Professor of Economics at a private university of Agra.

With Light Music, I was driving at around 80Km/Hr, When suddenly I saw this Girl. She was waving her hand, as if she is asking for a lift. I slowed down my car, shifted it a bit on the road side, just to have a close look at her (with no intention to stop by).

She was around 4'9" ft tall, with a far view I could guess may be a 16 year old teenager. When went closer I observed she was very well dressed, wearing a Red colored T-shirt and a Black mini skirt, high black heels and a Red Lipstick, although she tried her best to hide it, but that innocence was evident. To fool my mind, I framed a possible story, "She is a teenage girl. Somehow got separated from her parents, or maybe some other natural or unnatural tragedy, I should show some humanity and stop to help her."

I stopped my car adjacent to her, lowered the window pane, she came into the frame and spoke in a nervous voice, "Can you please drop me to the next bus stand, I have lost my way."

To confirm the authenticity, I asked some basic questions, and she replied all in a go, "Ahhmmm, I was coming from Ambala, heading towards Agra, Lost my way. AAAhhh, my father is a government officer in the revenue department." Although, the story didn't seem authentic enough, still I don't know what made me Open The Doors For Her.

She was sitting with her legs close to each other, and her hands in her lap. Well, while driving I had a closer view at her. She was wearing too much make up, I mean all that white and the cherry red stuff. The smell of her mustard based cream filled my car, and her deodorant, My god ! Was she trying to faint me. Suddenly, her mini skirt, seemed too much "mini", and her high heels seemed to much "fancy" & "high", her T-shirt, oops, it has got an unnaturally wider neck.

I started the conversation, "In which class do you study?", she looked at me with those confused eyes and said, "I don't go to school". My immediate counter, "WHY ?"

She kind of tried to make it up and said, "Well I attend dummy school." "What's your name ?", I asked, with a much obvious concern. "Shrishti Saxena", a comfortable, confident voice answered.

Me: How old are you shrishti ?
Shrishti: 13 ...

She kind of left me numb, Does she looks like a "13 year old ?", I asked myself a 100 times within a second.

I was driving with an average pressure on the accelerator, we have already driven around 20 Kms. Then she suddenly came close to me, putting her left hand on the inner side of my thigh, her right hand behind my neck she tried to approach to my ear, I kind of left the steering, strongly pushed her back , applied brakes and the car stopped at it's best possible torque.

Her back hit the door on her side, I yelled at her, "What The hell is wrong with you ? What are you upto ?" In a very frightened voice she said, "I will do whatever you desire. Will satisfy you for sure at just Rs. 2000. Please give me a chance. !!"

I was shocked, and was looking at her with utter confusion, as what to do. My mind was telling me to throw her out of the car, right now, but certainly I didn't do it.

I switched on the lights of my car and had a close look at her, she was just a 13 year old girl. Her make up was of very cheap quality, yet very heavy and glossy. Her Red lipstick was uneven, as if applied in a hurry, there were some scars on her hands, seemed like they were burnt by something finely rounded, probably a cigarette. There were also some marks on her legs, as if some skin has been pulled out from there, some fine, straight marks.

I asked her in a firm yet commanding voice, "Get out of my car, now !". She started pleading to me, "Please don't do this, Please I beg you!! I can do everything, whatever you want, I have learnt everything, and I am fine, I am perfectly NEW, please give me a chance, we can do it right here, right inside this car, I won't tell anyone, I promise you, at Just Rs. 2000."

I didn't have the courage to look into her gloomy, swelled and lost eyes even for a second more. I closed my eyes, looked down and said in a much softer voice, "Please for god's sake, step out of my car .. !! Or I will call the police ... "

She again came closer, trying to put her right hand on my chest. I jerked off her hand, trying to stay away from her, as if it's something untouchable. She started crying, pleading tp me with folded hands, "Please give me a chance, we can do it, Do I seem too young, well trust me I am not, I am good at it, I will make this night memorable for you ..." I stopped her in between and slapped her hard, "Shut UP, you bitch, don't you feel ashamed ... What the hell is wrong with you, just look at yourself."

She started crying louder, well by louder I didn't mean the voice, rather the tears, she was silent as if she has already yelled a lot. While looking downwards, she again pleaded to me, "Please agree to it, or they won't give me food, they will beat me, I haven't eaten anything from past 2 days, PLEASE .... Ohkay, you give me just Rs. 1000 , I will do whatever you desire at just Rs. 1000"

I looked deep into her eyes, came a bit closer and said, "WHO ? " She got scared, tried to cover it up and said, "Nothing, No one, I didn't said anything .. No one .. " I asked in a more stiff and angry voice, "Who are they ? You are talking about whom?" She replied, "NO NO please don't do this, please, I didn't told you anything .. Please ... Ohkay I am leaving, I have to go ..." and she tried to open the door ..

I held her hand, pulled her back to the seat, went closer to her, held her from her shoulders, looked into her eyes and asked, "Tell me everything, who are they ... And why are you doing this .. ? Where are your parents ...?"

She hugged me tightly, wrapped her arms around me started crying as loud as she could. As if she needed this hug since years, As if she needed a shoulder to cry, since years. I could hear, her breath, I could feel those heartbeats, I could feel that pain. I asked her again, “Don’t worry, Calm Down, Please Tell me everything, What’s wrong, I will help you … Please Tell me. You are safe now, I promise you.”

She started in a low, stammering voice, “I lived with my parents in a city long ago, I was 5 years old then, I don’t remember the name of the city, neither I properly remember my parents, How did they looked like. We were very poor, I had 4 other siblings, one brother and 3 more sisters. We were very poor. An uncle used to come to my house, regularly, He use to give us chocolates, he was very rich. Once, my father told me to go out with this uncle to have ice cream, in his car. I saw my father pleading to him, and after that he gave my father a packet. My father touched his feet, and after that day I never returned home. 

This uncle, he again gave me to a woman, and that woman gave him some money. I saw bundles of notes. That woman gave me food, she gave me different clothes. There were other girls too. Few of my age, and few were older. 

I cried a lot, left food for many days, I yelled that I want to go back to my parents. Then she started beating me, she stopped giving me food, and used to beat me everyday, from morning to evening. Until I started working. Initially my job has been just to wash clothes, and utensils and do the cleaning. Then after a few years, my clothes suddenly changed, they gave me short clothes, they started sending me into rooms, I heard, painful voices from those rooms, other older girls used to cry a lot, and the much older ones they used to laugh at me.  

Then one day an old man came, he looked at me, and then spoke to that woman for a while, after that I was forcefully sent into his car. He took me to his home. I was a bit relieved there. At least there were few friendly people. I used to play with his son. But his wife, she used to shout at me, always. She even slapped me many times. She used to beat me and then put me in a dark store room, till I pleaded sorry a hundred times. 

Another day when I was crying in the store room, there was nobody home, then this old man came to me, he took me to the room, and told me to sit on the sofa, then offered me juice. He sat near me, and was rubbing my shoulders. He was telling me not to worry, everything will be alright soon. Then he took his hand downward and put it inside my Frock. I stood up in shock, he told me to stay quiet and stand still, I tried to run away, He held me by my hair, slapped me and thrashed me to the ground. Then he came over me, and after some time, I had the most ugly and painful moment of my life. I wanted to scream, but he covered my mouth with his hand, I closed my eyes and I don’t know when did I fall asleep, rather fainted.  

When I woke up my frock was covered with blood and there was some blood on the floor too. I got frightened, I changed my frock, and cleaned up the floor in hurry. After that when madam came to the house, I told her about it, But she beat me again, rather she almost wanted to kill me. The same incident happened many times. 

One day, another man came to his house, and I was again sent with him, I tried to oppose, but it was all useless. In a closed truck, I was taken to some other place, we travelled for around 3 days. Then they kept me in a house. It was a huge house, with too many people in it. There were many girls, many old aunties. 

One day I was sent to a room, there was an old man sitting there. The moment I entered, he switched off the lights. He held my arm and pushed me on the bed. I tried to run away and scream, he inserted a cloth into my mouth, and got up on my back. And I felt the same agony and pain. He didn’t care about my tears, He continued doing all that for hours, I don’t know when he got off me, and few others came, after some time I became unconscious. 

When I woke up, I was at another unknown place, the old man who inserted cloth into my mouth, he was there. He gave me food, and after that he left. Then 2 other men came into that dark room, They again undressed me, one came over me, and he did all that again. This time it was more painful, and they used me like a rubber doll, however they wanted to. 

This continued for many months, they taught me many filthy things, all that they use to do on me. And now they threaten me everyday, to do it with strangers and get them money, or they won’t give me food and kill me.”

My eyes were full of tears after listening to all this, I didn’t know what do ? What should I say to her ? From there onwards I drove my car and stopped at a dhaba on the highway. I bought food for her and gave her some tea. Meanwhile I spoke to my fiancé and told her everything, explained the story in brief.

Then I looked into her eyes and asked that girl, would you come with me, to my home. I don’t have a sister, will you be my sister. I promise you, no one will ever dare to hurt you, ever. You will live with me, my wife and my family.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t felt like calling the police, I didn’t felt like doing anything legal. As, if it was all waste. I just took that girl with me.

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