I was passing through a shop in the morning, stepping into a very crowded area of India, Railway Station. People remember this place, it does not go into their heart, but straight fit into their head. Almost all the station in India is not clean. A waft of fried Pakodas hit my two sniffing holes of the nostril that stopped me right there. It was a local shop on a four-wheeled cart. I looked at the fresh steaming foods were neatly placed on the pots. Those hungry workers sweat who were eating breakfast. I couldn't stop my tongue from rolling…...
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An old man in his fifties cried, "See those bastards raped a child." to the next person. The shopkeeper was service my order - To get my order, I had to stand near the counter and take the order. I turned back at the old man. "What the government is doing hah? A person next to him nodded. "If I were an authorized person, I would have the order to kill those bastard right away."
I kept my plate aside and I closed my eyes looking at the rotten roof of the shop.
"Modiji now it's time to change, the way you had to change the currency over the night, change the rule for this also over the night."
"I am a father of a daughter, I am not the only one, there are cores and millions of people want this. For rape case, there should be a different treatment than I ever heard."









