Burning Soul of a Dalit Girl
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I don’t
want to remember the night, it was so harsh, and I saw flames all around and a
small girl standing in the middle with a doll in her arms.
The dream
always shivers me and I do not want to remember the night.
I am
a Dalit Girl and my home was set on
fire because my brother was in love with a girl of an upper caste, they killed
my entire family and burning them alive, while I was playing in a nearby ground.
I was
5 years old chirpy and happy girl then, but I don’t know whether to thank God
or blame Him to save my life.
Taking
birth in a low caste family is my fault in India? I don’t know and still in
search of a right answer.
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13 comments
I wish there was no such thing as upper and lower class, it brings so much unhappiness.
ReplyDeleteYou are true ranu
ReplyDeleteYou are true ranu
ReplyDeleteI know how it is ...wish it wasn't but can't change that. Can try to do our part and hope with time things change ..I just wish that. Powerful one.
ReplyDeleteThanks sushree, we cannot change it overnight, but we can bring the change slowly.
ReplyDeleteThanks sushree, we cannot change it overnight, but we can bring the change slowly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, for helping me learn something. I knew about the caste system, but not that it could create such terrible consequences. A frighteningly moving response to Lillie's prompt this week.
ReplyDeleteIt is very much true freyawrites. Some are exposed and some are not...
ReplyDeleteI am humbled. Those of us that live in the western world take our freedoms for granted instead of appreciating them, thank you for sharing your story.
ReplyDeleteThat was so humble of you Mandy Moore...
ReplyDeleteThat was so humble of you Mandy Moore...
ReplyDeleteAn excellent take on the prompt. I was very touched by this story.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kate Loveton
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