Words of a Lunatic Scribbler

''Travelling back to home from school in my dad's favorite car,driver uncle made me sit on the front seat. I dont know why he started touching my thighs, I was only telling him what happened in the school but he touched me everywhere and I was just numb. Should I tell my mom about it? Or should I be silent?'' These were the unspoken words of a girl molested by her family driver. The little girl travelling back to home in a classy car belonging to a high class family facing such kind of situation. Lust donot see age,class or place. Every minute one or the other child is been molested by our so called ''Elder'' breed of humans. How can someone do this to these little ones? The world is full of such kind of people who are blind in lust, but here comes the real catch, may be one cannot completely end the existance of such kind of people but as we know ''Precaution is better than cure.'' So seeing the current situation of our civilization...

I stood there silently as students got down the bus. There was a kind of hustle bustle among those young minds. Smileless faces, eyebrows centred to forehead, a vibe of tension drove through the scene. I stood there silently trying to understand what was actually going on. Tensed faces,sad faces, aggressive faces flashed infront of me. Time passed by and a man came infront and placed a slap on the innocent face, I couldn't understand why? Some other people joined and started hitting the two innocent men. I stood there silently seeing the horrifying scene still couldnot figure out what was going on? Hitted badly, bleeding and wiping hard, negative energy spread through out the space. I stood there silently as I was a mere 'tree' watching the whole scene without uttering a word in pain. I wanted to know the difference between the men at the both end of the stick. All I could figure out was- one was wearing good clothes and the other was in worn out clothes. May be this is ...