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I am sorry!

My heart goes out to you dear 5 year old. The tender age where you should have been wearing frilly frocks, jumping around, swaying your hair in the breeze, tying it with fancy ribbons, trying to catch the ray of the sun in your soft hands. At that age, you are lying in a hospital, with tubes and needles pierced in your body. The age where you should be eating chocolates, you are being fed liquids through tubes.

I am sorry, that you had to lose your innocence at the hands of a sick man. Everyday innocent girls like you are raped and thrown away to die. And I am sorry, that the democracy is being misused by a pervert. He tucked away his children safely, and attacked you brutally. The very thought gives me goosebumps. I cannot fathom your pain. My heart wrenched and I cried reading about your condition. But, unfortunately, that's all I could do. You are in my prayers Angel. I am doing what I can as a responsible citizen, as a Mother, keeping an eye on lil girls in my block. I am alert, if only many could think like that, and not turn away because she is not your daughter. If a bastard can touch your neighbour's girl, then the day is not far when he might touch yours.

Can't we do something? If every woman or man is alert in their colony, such brutal attacks can be prevented. I have decided not to close my eyes and ears... Every lil girl- whether it's a friend's child or a maid's daughter, if she needs my protection, I will do whatever it takes. Today it's the daughter of another family, tomorrow it could be the lil girls of my family.

I pray for strength for you Angel. May you fight all the odds and come out with flying colours. Run in the green pastures holding a bunch of balloons.

God bless you, baby.

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