KILLER SOCIETY
Tragic consequences of living in society after being raped.
In a small village in a remote rural area lived a girl named Rupa. Rupa was seventeen at that time. She was one of the best girls in the village, very talented and confident. Both his parents were farmers in the village. His studies and hardworking attitude won the admiration of everyone in the village.
One day, Rupa was returning home from the market near the village. The evening is falling, the road is empty. Suddenly an unknown person stopped him. Hearing Rupa's screams, no one around came. He was alone in that silence. The person treats her inhumanly and rapes her.
After the incident Rupa was mentally broken. He felt humiliated in the eyes of the society. The incident was reported to the people of the house. His parents were shocked with grief. They were preparing to file a complaint with the police, but influential people in the village began to pressurize them. According to them, if such incidents come to light, the honor of the villagers will be lost and Rupa will never be happy in the future. They advised Rupa's family to settle to keep the matter under wraps.
Disagreement also arose among the villagers. Some people sided with Rupa, who advocated dehumanization of society and social justice. They believed that the incident of silver should be revealed, so that the culprit could be punished. On the other hand, many complained that the deterioration of the silver was his own fault, and that his responsibility rested with his family.After a while, Roopa's parents decide to send her to a school dormitory, where she can deal with her inner wounds. However, some women of the village expressed their protest against the people of the society and protested strongly. They felt that this event was very important for social change.
After these incidents, discussions started in the village community. Some villagers supported Rupa in this incident and helped to boost her morale. Some of the perpetrators became self-conscious about their contribution and role in the incident.
Finally, due to pressure from various levels of society, the police arrested the culprit. The case went on in the court. Despite Rupa's family's wishes, they became determined to finally get legal justice at the risk of society's criticism. This case was a lesson for the people of the village that rape should not be tolerated and social values should be upheld.
Rupa slowly started a new life. Although darkness remained in his life, his bravery and some positive changes in the society gave a new twist to his life. Sections of the society stood by him, helping to fight for the punishment of criminals.
Finally, Roopa realized that society will not always support, but with confidence and determination a woman can reclaim herself. This incident paved the way for increasing social awareness in the society, and helped build awareness and prevention against such incidents in the future.
Poem: killer
mother cry
I didn't look at the road for a day
Finally the dam of tears broke
Liver in the nest did not return half!
Assassin society barracks
Each step is difficult to arrange stairs
The burden of poverty is overwhelming
Adar Sneha Parashe, not arranged.
Sometimes two times water
One full meal
However, the royal bunny did not listen
I accepted the situation
Why the liver did not return home?
There is no answer, he is the OC of the police station!
Bribery, greedy, tyrannical,
People around do it.
If time passes, it cannot be done
If it could be done in time search
The return would be a piece of gold
Although! Hungry hyenas are feasting.
It didn't sink in even that much
Took away fresh life
The family stayed calm
The rapist survives the trial again and again.
.......END.......
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