Sitting on the edge of that broken bed; I looked at that thin black figure lying down on the same bed near me. Her senses were blacking out with every breathe she tried to take.
“Life isn’t fair and juicy always but still you have to live with it. Either accept it or put your entire self into it to make it according to you” I thought.
Dealing with domestic violence all her life and now struggling with death still she didn’t want to file a complaint against her husband. It really stressed me out. Need of education and improvement of life was clearly seen.
I couldn’t help it or do anything but it made my determination of working for society towards the improvement, even stronger. To do something what really makes a difference.