Sara Writes

This is the second part of the Tokoyo Train. The will to die can make the most luxurious fancies feel like the ugliest of fires It's clockwork how days work now, No, the sunlight doesn't turn a modest shade and no voices don't fade. The cold shards of wind don't bring cold or hot gushes. Instead, it's the repetitive phrases that haunt me.  For me, it's five gunshots that I hear.  "Miss, your parents? Where are they?" "Miss?"  Mr Collin's voice echoes in the cold house.  I see the late winter noon sunlight fall on the leaves. I finished writing the research paper I had to send to Dr. Keith a few days ago.  I walked down to where Mr Collin was standing.  "Why are you here?" I ask, speaking after days of not uttering a word out of my mouth.  "Well, the research programme had prize money, you rushed out so fast we couldn't give it to you. I'm here for the same" With that he handed me a box.  Taking it, I nodded.  &

This was updated on 27th December and it would be best to read this before the second chapter to follow up with the story. She stares in front of her as a train approaches, and mindlessly steps inside, thinking of what had happened.  Taking the seat she first sees, she sits down gazing at the empty seats ahead of her. Her brain remains mush and it cannot comprehend anything at the moment. All she sees are blurring images of everything that passes her.  Her skin burns and it's hard to figure out where. Her eyesight is fixed but not really, all she sees is a blur.  It's mostly her head, which is out of reach, so much so that it's hard to get control over it. It plays her a single sound,  two gunshots, and that is all she hears.  The train had started and was now moving forward. She tries to look out the window on her left. It's after several hours that her vision clears and she turns to look around the train.  All she sees are empty seats and a lone boy. The boy wears bla

  She had a choice...turn back to the voice or keep staring at the name in front of her... Everybody turned their heads to the sound of Mrs. Forger's echoing heels at the entrance of the big conference hall and turned back to their notepads in an attempt to look busy. Everyone got up from their seats as she approached the table and greeted her. The reply was a subtle node. The council was used to this behavior of Mrs. Forge by now.  Taking their seats, they waited for her to fish out the papers she was searching for, in her big bundle.   Hemlock High had never been like how it was today...everybody had gone in a sort of silent mourning.  After all, it's not very usual that you see one of your classmates on the newspaper cover page for the news of her death... Alexandria was murdered in ways that would make chills run down your spine. She was slashed with a big knife-like thing violently and with savagery.  Straightening her skirt and squaring her shoulders Mrs. Forge began '

  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