Sara Writes

  The Girl with pearl tears, stood in the middle of the city of fears. She was made into a statue but earlier she sold pears. An ugly witch from the city of fears,  turned her into a statue, because she had so many lovers. Every night and day she used to cry in the city of fears, where people stole her pearl tears, she gave them, because she thought they were her dears. The city transformed from a city of fears, to the city of millionaires,  But she still thought they were her dears. No one in the city of fears, were her dears, because no one knew the reason behind her tears.  One day a prince from the city of lovers, Entered the city of millionaires.  As he saw the statue, he thought it was of flowers. He asked the statue "What makes you cry, my statue of flowers" As he said this the city of millionaires, turned again into the city of fears. Cause everyone turned into a statue with pearl tears. And the girl and prince, of the city of lovers, lived together forevers... Cause

  Hello world, Now what I’m going to talk about is presently a deadly need in many parts of the world – Women Security. What made me bring here is this article that I read yesterday, which said, that a 50 year old women in Uttar Pradesh was brutally gang-raped… Well, many of us must even not be knowing about this, and that’s the first and the foremost problem. Now, it’s not a new problem in India, this problem is centuries-old, just that it has been given a new name now. In 2019, 32033 rapes were registered and only God knows how many went unregistered. There are 88 rapes per day in India, another thing for rapists to increase their conceit on and another thing for Indians (not just the government) to decrease theirs on. Some most recent rape cases are: Two Dalit women raped, killed in a week in Uttar Pradesh… Maharashtra: 91 women raped & killed in the last 2 years… Read more at http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/79750901.cms?utm_source=contentofintere

  "I never thought Hanjarjah is such a muddle" Cuda exclaimed as she got out the train.  Coming to Hanjarjah was a big and treacherous decision. She could still not overlook the look on her mother’s face when she confessed it to her. She bore a big black turban and black rough material, which her father told were the estimated clothes of the workers of Sharukop. "Get into a habit with all this mess, trust me, the first time I got here, I assumed I was dreaming the vilest of my dreams" he tripped over a can but erected himself as soon. He then bid her a goodbye saying that they will meet only if the fates wanted them to. To Cuda’s sudden realization it occurred to her, as she saw her father go, that she won’t be seeing her kith and kin for a long while. Cuda quietly stepped at the backside of the washrooms in anticipation of seeing a woman after a long journey with men all around her. Conversely, a man in a big turban, who was lighting a cigarette sat there, he cough