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Where the mind is fearful and the head is held low
Where knowledge is bound in chains
Where the world has broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of falsehood
And exhausted souls stretch their arms for mercy towards a pitiless world
Where the clear stream of reason has completely lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led backwards by those who should know better
Into ever claustrophobic thought and action
Into this hellhole of monsters, Dear Lord,
Why was she born?
The thoughts which inspired this book came to my mind a few years ago when cases of molestation and rape in India were shown by the global media. The feeling of shame has increased since then reaching a crescendo at the time I started writing this book.
This is a very long book, consider it an extensive study into why molestation actually happens and the reasons behind why it is getting worse every year and not getting any better soon.
