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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