Anyhow, she was raped.


According to my interest to contribute for women's cause, which means for a just and equitable social structure, I was eager to o write about my social worker friend. She was a very genuine and decisive personality played precious role to enable our society. Recently, she was brutally gang-raped. She was working and she was raped. She was a woman.  Anyhow, she was raped.

I am going through the letter that my friend  had posted to me. I am sad to read this letter. She is my friend and the tears come out the eyes while remembering her. We were introduced past three years. What I have learnt from her is that
friendship keeps meaning in compassion to heart.

In fact, the social values towards raped women of our society are discouraging. The open minded family background and every encouraging support to my guardians provided me the opportunity independent in the path of life. I think, the defective social values are the real and deep rooted factors which are responsible for the decrease of number of women social workers.

Remembering past time, my thoughts go out to her. "You just don't be unhappy for this moment. I will bring books for you, while I will be back." My friend assured me. She was wedded with her husband only last year. Although they were married only last year, it had been some seven or eight years that they are people who loved each other. Her husband had said around among the people, "If  I should marry, I will marry no other than the only her otherwise I will stay unmarried forever," and my friends and neighbors used to tease her with it.

How is this? If your boy friend says if he don't get married with you, he will kill himself by jumping over the River, my toothless uncle, used to tease her and she used to be dead ashamed with his kidding. My uncle was known as radio in our city for he would have every information of everyone around the world.

"Who can take the responsibility of other's daughter's and son while no one can take even of oneself, who will make a headache for other's children"? I used to give bluff. Naturally my attraction was different than the others, for my friend  was a bit more beautiful among friends and also her father had registered a land in her name. Being only daughter of her father
and being able to have rice grain food at the both times without even working, no one could exceed her in the city.
"Kamala, you really made the home's grace even greater with such a beautiful flowers and vessels around the home. You really have been born as Kamala.," My friend used to say."Why you should thank her, your friend has done nothing good except planting these unnecessary flowers on the small piece of field where vegetables should have been grown. Don't make too much fond of her. One day you may have to count stars laying fingers on the forehead."The eighty years granny always used to tell off to my friend.
She would bring some sweets and others from market whenever she went. She had so tender a soul and body. She never had meal without being me in front of her. I, too, would start to weep setting my eyes in her. I had tried to console her holding her hands.
"Let's pray for both of our lives." And she said holding my hands on her, "Now, our friendship shall not be separated. However trouble it may be let's pray for the promise that our friendship shall ever be one." She looked more sentimental than before.

Only last year, she joined the social organizations.  Though, she left home but she was happy to get such a good job. I remained quiet without giving response because my heart had been heavy in the thought of her departure. In thinking that, my friend is leaving me, I broke into flood of tear.

I have spent many nights on the top of house just counting stars. But, I could not say anything since she has gone for work, who knows? Friend like me born in such remote village might she be remembering? I was fearing that whether she may betray my friendship. On the day of departure, she had arrived late in the airport saying good bye.

"We must keep our friendship to survive ourselves.' After reading the second paragraph of her second letter I determined to keep the bond with her living, accepting the down and full of life. Her letter was carrying the flower of faith and confidence.

My reply to her letter was briefer. At one point I told her that, "You are not alone. Rape is never a woman's fault. Women don't "make it happen" . You should think social work as a way to contribute for enhancing the development. You
should carry on this carrier where atleast you can contribute for such humanatarian cause. Education is a vital force in empowering women. 

Considering all these I have ventured to understand this uphill social task of joining social work and I am confident you will fare excellent".