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THE STATE OF AFFAIRS

I am writing again after a gap of a month.I was on a holiday from blogging to introspect the state of affairs.Rains have set in making life hell in some parts of North Orissa.The famous Car Festival or 'Rathyatra' at Puri went berserk on 4th July.A stampede killed 6.A rag-picker was pushed out of a running train by a TTE for suppoosedly stealing Rs.50.
He lost two of his limbs.Now let us ask ourselves,ARE WE HUMANE?
Signing off,
Yours
Anwesa.

Comments

CutePooja said…
a rag-picker was pushed out of a running train by a TTE for suppoosedly stealing Rs.50.


How can ppl b dis brutal???
ANWESA said…
we have ceased to act like human beings,we are all becoming animals...

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