Bruised, battered and still going strong

In 6 months of her married life, there hasn't been more than 6 days that Neeti has spent happy and contented. Every moment she lived in dread and fright. Fright of her husband Ritesh.

It was an late arranged marriage, 4 months of courtship after the engagement, Ritesh was like a dream come true for Neeti. Good looking, well settled, good family, caring, loving NRI from Canada. He used to take care of Neeti's small small wishes, give her surprises. He sweeped her off her feet, the moment he and his family had come to see her. Neeti just knew that Ritesh is the one for her.

But, not even in her scariest dreams had she thought. what Ritesh might turn into after their wedded life. The first night in her martial home Ritesh came in the bedroom, reeking alcohol. Neeti thought maybe it was his friend who had made him drink.
Her Ritu, was just innocent. But, her assumptions were so wrong. Neeti got a shock of her life when Ritesh flung is arms and placed an unexpected slap on Neeti's specially made up face. The shock was so intense that even tears just stung into her eyes. Neeti was suddenly hearing so many loud abuses flung towards her. She had no idea, what she had done to get all this.
After a while, drunk Ritesh fell asleep on their decorated martial bed. Slowly, realization dawned into Neeti and she spent her first martial night weeping into her beautiful saree.
Next morn was another mixed emotions for Neeti, when a paled faced, sober Ritesh came to her an apologized for his irate behavior last night. Neeti was happy, that Ritesh did realize and hoped that this wouldn't ever happen again. She loved him so much that his, guilt-ridden baby face made her heart melt.
Their honeymoon was lovely and peaceful, amidst the serene nature of Manali. After their honeymoon, Neeti and Ritesh flew back to Canada.

Neeti's ordeal started immediately after she returned from hre honeymoon..Every night Ritesh would come home in an inebriated state,... beat Neeti black and blue, forcibly bed her and sleep off. Next morning he would apologize.
Neeti couldn't face her poor parents because they always wanted to see her happy, her in laws were far away. She was left there, to face her ordeal alone. 30 year old, Bubble, Lively Neeti was now reserved, shy, scared Neeti. She never went out, since the scars were very evident of her body.  She never spoke to her neighbors, dreading their questioning stares.

The neighbors, would many a times hear loud banging, and a sobbing woman. Many times, she would want to run out of the door, but the strange country and her life long teachings of a good wife made her stay back.

Neeti's tears had ceased to flow too, her body now became accustomed to the abuse, every night she would expect Ritesh to whip her nerves off her body and the day he falls flat on the bed without beating her, she says a million thanks to the Almighty.,

After 3 months of constant harassment,Neeti felt very sick and nauseous, a shiver went through her body when she realized that she was pregnant. The moment when she should have been ecstatic, Neeti was dreading the prospect of nurturing a baby with a man like Ritesh. But, she knew she cant or wont kill her child.
She knew, she would guard her baby against the tyranny of Ritesh. The love of her unborn baby was so much that Neeti gained an unknown courage, to walk out of her house, with just the little money that she saved in search of happiness..in search of life....in search of a a future for her unborn baby

Today, there are a millions of Neeti's in the world who have walked out of the traditional typical wife character to make a happy life for themselves

Ladies, Never take an abuse quietly, you are no one's slave. You arent born to impress anyone. Put your happiness first. Speak out. There are ears out there to listen to you..there are hearts out there to love you..there are arms out there to take care of you. You are not alone

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I am a Woman..Not an Object

This is my first post on DOV's and trust me my excitement is boundless...Its somehow like a small dream coming true..

But, even being my first topic..it might be a little gruesome to start with..

The newest gruesomest barbaric act by a 22 year old asshole in our capital Delhi.

5 year old being raped and 200ml oil bottle and candles inserted in that kid.. (Ouch!! Cant Imagine..), locked up in a room for 3 days hungry and undetected, and also that ass tried to strangulate that little baby.

The police tried to give 2000 bucks to the family to "settle" the case. The kid's relatives were lathi-charged on the streets by police.

Ok, now what do our politicians, the khaps, the so-called baba's have to say..

Ohh..maybe that 5 year old was super sexy and seductive .maybe she was wearing revealing clothes, or maybe she gave her consent to sex right?

She didn't call him "brother" or didn't say a "saraswati mantra"

Or maybe it was just absolutely ok.. because she was a female..

A 5 year old is cute, naughty, sweet not hot, sexy and a babe..its a baby..

Even if a case goes on, the verdict will come after 10 years giving the 22 year old son-of-a-bitch a 5 year "rigorous" imprisionment and Rs. 15,000 fine..

So..that is the value of a the life of a small baby and the pain and trauma endured by her.

The woman Chief Minister is quiet...The woman who literally has the Govt in her closed corrupt fist has nothing to say..

Our Govt is busy passing stupid laws to "Ban Pornography" "Close bars" "Ban smooch scenes in movies" but is taking its sweet time to pass the life changing "rape law" and "lokpal bills"

We don't want another Nirbhaya..We don't want candles lit...We don't want to be named "dented and tainted"..We don,t want to be told what to wear and what not to...We don,t want to walk in fear in dark alleys at any time of the day...We don't want to be forever anxious to let our little kids play alone...

We want freedom..We want to live a secure life..We want JUSTICE

Love Bites

The Agreement: He said he loved her. She needed him the most. She did love him, but not in the most conventional way. They agreed on being this way, until they felt that they are now ready to give a name to their relationship.

He wooed her for years, about 5 to be precise. He showered her with all that he could, but to no avail. She was still in the process of eliminating someone from her heart and she couldn't or rather didn't want to care two hoots about him. To her, he was an obnoxious narcissistic. Someone who couldn't look beyond himself and someone who wanted her just for a sense of accomplishment.

It all changed after 3 years, she now began to look at him in a totally different light. She now saw the vulnerable loner inside the Casanova, the insecure painful soul inside the beautiful veneer. They came close for various reasons, need being the pivotal one. He completed her in ways she couldn't think of. She supported him when he was collapsing. It was a beautiful relationship, called uncertainty.

The first time they made love was magical. It was fire and air all around, blending into hot smoke enveloping them and bringing them more closer as if to embed them together forever. It was the most beautiful night of their lives and this was just the beginning. She gave him more pleasures than one and she felt his love with every touch of his. Even if she did not love him before, now she was beginning too. The feeling was special. Good.

The arrangement worked fine for a long time with both of them discovering new areas of life, love and passion. There were expectations but they were always fulfilled or spoken about. They belonged to each other and both felt that they were heading towards a common path in the future. Some place both wanted to be, some place that was bound to happen.

One day in February she opened her eyes to find herself tightly clutched in his arms. Waking up next to him always gave her a sense of contentment and happiness. It was all that she wanted from life and she had it. As she freed herself from him she felt a sense of burning all around her. It was unexplainable. As though a million bees had covered her from head to toe slowly stinging, one at a time. She writhed in agony and rushed to the mirror. Her naked body was now covered with a dozen bruises that looked like ripe strawberries. It stung her and dressing up would hardly cover them. The night was passionate yes, but it sure was not worth this pain.

She spoke to him about it, he apologised saying that it was an enormous rush of love he felt last night. For once, she believed him and let it be forgotten. She ignored the weird looks from people around and brushed away the questions raised by her friends. She let it be, knowing that he's not the one to hurt her again. But, she was wrong. It happened again. And again. And again. He was gentle and passionate, but for some reason best known to him he always, always wanted to leave his imprint as if to mark her as his territory.

When she could not take it anymore, she confronted him. She could have stayed away from him and not let him touch her. But she loved him, she wanted to be there for him at every step. When the bruises became the talk of her small crowd she knew it was time to clip those teeth. His reply was "So what if people ask? Atleast now people would know that you belong to me. Me. And noone else. Everything of you is mine. They need to know that."

The thought hit her then! 5 years ago, she had stayed away from him fearing that all she could be to him was an accomplishment. Talk about inviting fear in your life. He loved her she knew that, but he just needed to believe that she belonged to him now. There was absolute no need to stamp her with his identity. She walked away from him the next day and till date he has not found her. She loved him yes, but abuse in love can hurt more than domestic violence.

He gave her pleasures yes, but left marks on her heart. He touched her body, but her soul ached.

If only he believed that she was his. She still is his.

Like I always say, love is a real funny thing.

~ Soumya

Things happen....

Shit like this happens, but then it's that strong spirit of the feminism in us, that we bear it all with dignity.
One doesn't know whether one should write this, but let's face it, for once and all.

She went on a vacation to this distant place with her realtives. Very very close relatives they were hence she was allowed to for a week long trip with their two boys to this distant place.
She was young, in her early teens and so was he. Also was there another boy, younger to both of them. He being two-three years elder to her.  And technically, they were cousin brother-sisters.
The relative couple had rented a room but due to much cost the couple would sleep in the bed while the three children were made to sleep on two mattresses joined together, laid on the floor in the other room.
She would sleep on one side, he on the other side, with the youngest boy in the middle.
Things were fine as they are supposed to be between brother and sisters but one early morning, she felt a touch, a touch that she didn't like.She was waken up by it! The moment she woke up, everything was back to normal. She ignored.
Next morning too happened the same thing. With close inspection she discovered, every early morning, the eldest boy would wake up before she and anybody else wakes up and would slid his hand in her sheet just to ......................(sorry I can't write all that).
But how was she supposed to say it to anybody? Her mother won't believe her and her relative, she looked up-to her after her mother. She didn't want to hurt anybody. Also nobody would believe. She was too young to complain about anything like that. Also, it was about her cousin brother sexually abusing her!
She couldn't sleep properly till the trip ended. Every night she would wrap herself from both sides up-to the neck, not to leave any gaps to give him a chance to repeat all that again. Little did she succeed and little did she fail.
She maintained her distance from that cousin for some next few years. And maybe he too realized he was arong and felt the guilt of doing wrong with his only cousin sister. After a communication gap of few years they are again talking now. The girl has forgiven his brother for everything. That stupid act of his might be just a rush of some bad company back at school or just a rush of doing that bad things that teenagers get attracted to easily int heir teens without proper guidance for maturity and all those things. They have never ever talked about that. Brother still doesn't know that she knows what he did to her during that trip. Nobody else knows. It's a secret she will carry to her grave no matter what.
He now cares for her little sister way more than too much. Like she's his real sister. Things are all normal now. But what was all that happened? Something she should have complained about or something that should be deep buried. Shitty things happen, but let's just pray such shitty things never ever happens to anyone.

In the Path of Thorns

When this month's discussion topic was announced  and Maithili implored all of us to come out with our experience,I was sure that there would not be many entries.But was shocked beyond belief to read the revelations from my friends at DOV and after reading what each of them shared , my respect for these amazing ladies have increased a hundred fold.

An age old saying in my language goes like this "immaterial of whether a leaf falls on a thorn or the thorn falls on a leaf,the leaf gets damaged ". And from the moment a girl child is born ,these cliched lines are oft repeated to the parents and the girl alike.That being said,every girl at some point gets her share of prickly sex repressed male thorns.

Being in a close knit family with grand parents,uncles , aunts and cousins living almost on the same compound to look after me and by God's grace, I haven't had to encounter such bastards in my life.But just as a leaf on a rose bush cannot escape grazing through the thorns to fly in the wind, I too have fleeting memories of nameless and faceless parasites that refuse to go away that must be the part of memories of even the most ordinary Indian girl.

1)The hairy hand that made into my purple frock when I was standing in queue for darshan at one of the most famous temples in Kerala and how I with all my might pushed it back and somehow exchanged position with a fat old lady in front of me.

2)The pointed fingers that kept poking me through the gap between the seat and the back rest in the TNSRTC bus while the teacher was taking me and a friend for a science camp in Tamil Nadu. the frustration when the teacher asked us to ignore the constant pokes and the my friend's fiery outburst at the guy which finally resulted in him moving to a different seat.


3)The numerous times I have had to ask my friends (guys) or cousins to exchange seats with me at a movie theater because some dark hands were trying to grope me in the safe darkness of the movie hall.


4)The lecherous eyes of the random guy who stopped me mid road to ask if I wear clothes when I take bath (!!!!).

5)Those decently dressed men in the heavily crowded trains and buses , whose only aim in life is to bump on to you with each movement the vehicle makes and then look back with a false smile as if it was an accident.

6)The showmen who post themselves at strategic locations near girls hostels and embarrass the girls by showing off their strategic body areas.

7)The hands that always try to find their way towards a girl when you are sleeping in a second class sleeper compartment and how you always remembered to sleep with your feet in the direction of the corridor and keep them covered under a blanket.

8)The fake sleeping guy who tries to fall asleep on your shoulders as if by some horrible quirk of  fate you did not get a lady's seat in one of those overpriced overnight Volvo buses.

With time and experience , I learned that this was the way of life and there was nothing much a woman could do to avoid such people completely (unless of course I wanted to shut myself off in a nunnery, which after some second thoughts involving Sister Abhaya might not be that safe either )

But some of my favorite weapons that helped me are an umbrella and a safety pin. Of course having a fierce look helps and some martial arts would be amazing.

Here are a few small tips to stay safe in daily life , which I used to follow

1)The open umbrella is a savior while walking through crowded foot paths , in that it gives you a  little space and a much needed weapon from guys whose only intent is to bump you and touch your breast.

2) A closed umbrella is a good weapon to use against auto  or taxi drivers if you feel they are planning something for you. (Have always been told this , but haven't had to use it personally).

3)Safety pin is a good weapon to be used when the perpetrator is hiding in a crowded or dark place, like a bus or movie theater.I have successfully used it on the guy who tried to poke me in
the movie theater .(3 pricks and 20 min later that guy left the theater). Compass or other sharp instruments can be used too but for the difficulty of carrying it around.

4)Having one or more trusted people of the stronger sex , unfortunately is one of the most fool proof ways to keep yourself safe.

Alright don't touch me..

My parents are working and from a very young age I was made independent and equipped to face the world. It was the way they brought me up that I never felt at loss. I knew what was happening due to their frank and correct knowledge which they gave me.

My Mummy never left me alone in the care of neighbors. She would carry me along or leave me with my grandparents. Papa never used to allow me to go to neighbors house to play.I used to feel it was unfair that I never got to play when all friends went to others houses to play.
 Mummy would also tell  me, "It is not that we have a problem with your friends or their houses, but we never know who else is there in their house. When we are not at home and you go to their house to play, they might tell you that your friend is home and invite you in. They could harm  you." I was irritated with this argument and felt they were being overprotective. I used to throw a fit and say, "Everyone goes to play at each others house, they come to ours and my friends also go to other houses. Nothing happens to them." Mummy wouldn't say anything but she wouldn't budge from her stand.. Years later I realised how wrong I was.. Things did happen to my friends..

   When I was about 9 years old, Mummy told me all about maturing and what a bad touch was. It was due to her timely teaching I can say that I grew up more mature about my surroundings than others my age. I could scrutinize situations for myself.

   

The important question after you know what a bad touch is, "Whether it was intentional or unintentional"

Incident 1

I was 10 years old and I had those chubby cheeks. I was used to people pulling my cheeks. 

One day a man from cylinder company had come to our house. My Papa went inside the kitchen to check if the connection was okay. This man was sitting close to me. He pulled my cheeks and while he was taking his hands away it sort of slipped and touched the soft bulge on my chest.. I could have told my Papa who returned in just 2 minutes but I didn't know if it was accidental or purposely done act.. Now when I think back I know for sure what it was..

Incident 2

I was returning home from my classes. There was small path and suddenly a lot of people were walking from the opposite side. A man came rushing and just dashed into me. I was shocked when I realised he managed to grope me. He clearly took advantage but I couldn't do a thing about it because he had rushed and I hadn't even seen his face.. 

Incident 3

This happened when I was in second year of Junior college. We were all giving our prelim exams and most of us were girls in that exam room. A senior professor had exam duty in the class. While most senior teachers signed the answer sheets before giving them to us, this man would first distribute the sheets and then come on a round to sign the paper. He was not from Science faculty and we were not acquainted with him or his reputation.

When he came to my desk I was busy writing my paper. In a hurry I gave him my answer sheet. He signed it and came more closer than required to return it back. He brushed his hand against me while returning it back. I was aghast and confused. Was this really an accident? In the top college of Mumbai? Was this person a pervert? How dare he take advantage of students busy writing exam? I was angry and didn't know what to do. I wasn't even sure if this had happened only to me. 

After a few more days, he again came as the supervisor in my room. This time I was prepared. While he started his rounds I saw all the girls ahead of me shifting a little away and I knew it! This man was doing it purposely to all girls. 

When he came at my desk I gave him my paper and shifted inside. I looked straight into his eyes and he dared not move any closer to me. He knew that I knew and I gave him a dirty look. 

After the paper ended I asked the other girls and each one of them thought it was a MISTAKE until they got to know that it happened with all of us. 

It was a difficult thing to prove and I knew that in a such a high profile college this things will be stashed under the carpet. To be true I was helpless because it was a college of students who were scoring above 90% and most of them wouldn't want to get into a controversy at such a time of their career. I was weak too. I accept that I too didn't feel like getting involved in such a mess. 

The least I could do was inform my juniors about this pervert and tell them to spread it to their juniors as well. Atleast they will be better informed and not be confused like our batch was.

Incident 4

I and Mummy were in a market. It was getting dark and we were going to the bus stop. A short man was walking towards us. He started getting a little closer as he was about to get past me. I had observed his change in direction. I was proved right when he was about to touch me. I grabbed his hand before he could touch me and pushed it away with a force that made him stumble. I knew the tactics too well..

Incident 5
I had gone to my school regarding some work of my younger brother who studies there. I met some of my teachers and I was on my way to the ground when I met our Physical education sir. When I was in school I never noticed or thought of him as someone who could misbehave. He was casually talking and suddenly he put his hand on my shoulder and was putting pressure. I was momentarily shocked and there were few other students there. He asked me something when I replied, "Alright, don't touch me" and took his hand away. He looked embarrassed and well, he deserved that. I didn't think if he was just being casual or was actually having mean intentions. But I was proud that I never gave him the chance to misbehave if he intended to.

I don't have any story that will talk of strength. It might be because of the timely guidance of my parents that I have the ability to sense tharkis. 
I would sound a little old fashioned if I say that one must always keep a little distance. Precaution is what we must take from such situations. I m not very bold and I know that. Its not necessary that you fight back always. It is okay if you don't have the courage to fight. But be strong to get over it, be caring enough to see that no one else suffers, be wise to educate your siblings and children about it at the right age. 


We women have really progressed a lot but nature hasn't given us the same physical strength as men. It isn't always safe to confront people who tease you. You never know if the road side romeo is a criminal.. 
Speak out, complain if you must. But unless you are trained in self defense, do not get into altercations with people you don't know. 

I TOO HAVE BEEN A VICTIM

You never know what you are capable of. You have no idea as to what you end up doing in the spur of the moment. You have no clue as to what you do in that crucial moment would be a rational action or just a sudden outburst of emotions.

  

I was in 8^th standard when my family took a trip to Vaishnodevi. Yes we have a spiritually well endowed family who sometimes can be mistaken as too religious. You need to walk 14km one side to reach the main temple and so obviously this means you have to walk 14km back down. So one can imagine the physical pain a person experiences after the entire journey is over. It’s beautiful and totally worth it but equally excruciating. 

  

We got a train back home and since it was blistering cold we bought second class sleeper train tickets. I had puked like three times before getting inside the train and my head was reeling. My Dad got a seat in the next compartment side berth, while my mother and my little brother adjusted in the lower berth of the same compartment as mine. My mother helped me lie down on the middle berth and wrapped me with a warm blanket since I was wearing a knee length frock. The entire compartment was filled with young Army Cadets including the middle berth opposite mine. 

I slept off as soon as the lights got switched off except for a dim yellow light. In between my sleep I dreamt that someone was touching my hands and then making way towards my breasts. I thought I was dreaming and somehow opened my eyes, only to find the army cadet on the opposite middle berth stretching his arms and trying to get his hands inside my Frock. I had a massive headache and did not think straight. I gave a dirty look which made him take his hands back to his own berth and went back to sleep. Soon I felt his hands trying to pull my frock up and I looked at him. He smiled at me and continued touching my stomach and then coming up to my breasts. I went numb and I my mind went Blank.

   

I forgot that I could call my mother who was sleeping just below my berth or my Dad on the next compartment. I got down from my seat and saw a Surdarji Ticket Collector on the next Bogie. I don’t know what made me run to him and force him to come back to my compartment with me. The noise made my Father and my mother wake up who got terrified looking at me silently forcing the ticket collector to my seat. Now the compartment lights were on and the entire crowd was peeping in to watch the drama. My Dad asked me what happened and being shy and still shocked, all I could say was ‘HE TOUCHED ME’. People stopped my Dad from hitting the Army Cadet who was now dragged down from the middle berth. His head officer ordered him to get off the Train in the next station. 

All I remember was a loud commotion and my father trying to beat the guy. As I sat on my Dad’s Side berth I remember the dirty stare the cadet gave as he passed me to get down in the next station. I still remember his face.

   

My Father later asked me why I did not wake him up. I have no answer to that. I am not happy with what I did and I don’t think walking to the next bogie and dragging the Ticket Collector is a good idea. But I did what my brain asked me to do in that particular moment. Somehow I am still proud of myself.

If The Street Dog Barks And Escapes, Do Not Mind.

“Don’t go deep into the waves. Be at the shore only. Okay!” Her mother told her as she nodded uninterestingly. She was on a trip with her younger sister and parents and with two more families. There was a lot of hustle-bustle and jovialness on the beach as it was New Year time. She was wearing black shorts and a simple yellow coloured tee. Her family along with the other two families were at a distance from her. Of Course, she missed her friends on the trip but being a free-spirited and a beach lover at heart, she did not skip a chance to take pleasure in the same.

The sea breeze made her lose hair dance angelically. She wanted to go into the waters and she did but remained close to the periphery. She loved when waves swayed her backwards and forth. She smiled and took a step further. Around her were a few sluggish looking boys who had all eyes on her. She noticed once but did not gaze.

And just as she took another step towards the deep waters a huge wave rose and stroked her down so bad that it took her some time to regain consciousness and come to the surface. What happened in those few minutes cleaved her soul real bad. With water in her nose and mouth, she could barely breathe. She splashed her hands and legs frantically just to realise somebody’s hand inside her tee and pressing her breasts. She tried to relieve herself from the gruesome feel on her body as the hands slowly went towards her neck and pulled her and kissed her. She was in a helpless state.

She could not shout in the waters. She could not use her strength in the waters. The pressure of the wave was so intense that she could not come up to the surface instantly. The water was salty and she could not open her eyes to see the devil who committed the hideous act on her. All she could do was regain her physical and mental stability and come out of the waters as quickly as possible.

After she rose up, it was hard for her to conceive what has happened minutes ago. A loud scream echoed inside her head. She looked around and tried to identify the evil spirited. Her eyes stopped at the same group of boys and this time they were laughing and giggling among themselves with their eyes fixed on her. She ran to her family but did not tell anything to anyone. Simple reason: She felt it would be a shame for her parents to know that her daughter was molested by some douche bag whom she could not even recognize. She maintained composure and indulged herself in other activities so that her face doesn’t show the image of the burnt embers of her soul and make others worry.

The shocking experience left her body and spirit flush with anger, helplessness and fear. It etched a scar in her memory which she could not delete but could bury. And that’s what she did. She buried the incident deep in her mind.

She was molested but it was not her choice. She did not let that incident be an impediment on her way and yes, it was her choice.

*******

The presence of diseases like eve teasing, molestation, sexual abuses etc is inevitable. They are there in the society and they will always be. We cannot eradicate them. We can only fight back or take precautions. I know there are times when we cannot do any goddamn thing and are left with the only option i.e., to bear silently.

I remember once when I was in 11^th or 12^th grade. My school got over and I with two of my girl friends, was walking towards my home (my school shared the adjoining wall with my home). We were chatting and laughing all the way and I was on the side of the road while my friends were on the inner side. When we were almost half way to our places, two thug looking creatures came on a bike and the one sitting behind slapped on my shoulder and went away giving me a silly smirk. Thank god it was the cold season and I was wearing a coat and thank god that man (It’s a sheer disgrace to call him a man!) I mean that bastard missed the spot (and you know where he intended to hit). But I was an immature and was really taken aback by the incident so much so that I did not attend the school next day.

Anyway, the crux is, like my mother once told me that almost every girl faces such things at least once in her life. What matters is how we deal with situations. Do we sit back like cowards and curse our fate or do we learn to fight back whenever possible and not let such creatures mess up with our sanity. If you can do something about the said diseases then do it. If you cannot (like in my situation or the above girl's situation) then do not let it spoil your present and future. Also, good and evil are all our creations. Both are here in this world and this is the reason we cannot escape the evil.

So girls, do not let anyone hamper your dignity. Do not let the Shakti within you be subordinate to any shameless creature (Oh! How I love calling them creatures). Street dogs are meant to be in the streets and not in our lives. It is your life and your rules work. Be Aware and Be Strong!

P.S: The story written above is not a piece of fiction.

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