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Dear Thamizha


Dear Thamizha,

I am so proud of u. The past year had been havoc and chaos. Nature and politics have been so unfair to us. Still, you have stood strong and united. You showed the world your inner bravery and courage. When flood drowned the city, you waddled in the water, held your head high and served as a lifeblood for the people around you. When the great lady passed away, you held on to you grief in a dignified way and paid your homage. When Strom roared and huffed, you silently stared at it and sent it away. Today, when there was a threat of our heritage and tradition, you stood strong battling all odds to send a message out to the world. You set a new definition for non - violence and courage. Today, every girl in the country is worried for her safety. But even in the middle of a crowd of strangers, I felt safe. My stranger brothers looked out for my safety and guided me through the rally.

We showed the world that bravery is not fighting with guns. It is not about throwing stones and burning things. It is about raising our voices together and maintaining the tempo till they listen. Sometimes order does not define us. The chaos does not demean us. The orderly chaos shows them who we are. We showed the world that bravery is standing strong despite all odds. Bravery is protecting the women around you. Bravery is clearing the gathering to give way for an emergency. We may not follow traffic rules or trash disposal methods. Education or society did not stop us from being brave. We are dignified, elegant and smart. I am so proud of being a thamizhachi.

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