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We will never know

Every news channel spoke in detail and debated over the molestation of a leading actress. The media and thought leaders stormed about the injustice rendered. I was a little taken aback. I understood the horror and felt bad. What I did not understand was where were this anger and care when a common girl was molested and raped. She is nameless and never known. She suffers the horror and fights the demons alone. She gets lost in the list of procedures and questions. She fights to the best of her strength and gives up faith in herself and the society. Why was she just a news snippet in the middle of the day or in the unread corner of a newspaper? Why did the media nor the public stand up along with her? Why did her tears and pain go unnoticed? The media fights for the injustice rendered to the mighty and high. They ignore when the same injustice to the lesser known mortals. But the best part of the story is yet to unveil. What happens to the perpetrator is never known in both cases. Was he punished? Did he understand the extent of the crime? Or is he living in prison contemplating his next move? We will never know. Why is there so much gap between justice served and justice deserved? Maybe the laws are too weak or maybe there is no hope. We will never know

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