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"Would you like to see the pictures I clicked?" she asked me as I sat at a restaurant somewhere up near the Fox Glacier in New Zealand. I looked at her, she had been sitting alone at the next table and had waited for this opportunity to speak with me once my family had decided to visit the stores outside. She was in her seventies and I saw her holding out her camera phone with eyes that pleaded for someone to see what she had taken.
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As rapes and molestations take place in the country, we find that instead of making the streets safer, we insist that women should remain at home, dress in a particular way, and keep themselves out of sight. The girls are most often blamed for a crime either for their dressing sense or asked why they were staying out so late, or why they needed to go partying.
In other words we are saying the victims were actually the cause of the crime. I am reminded of a story by Kalil Gibran:
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By Omkar
Would you like a bunch of bananas or a few for dus rupees each?
A seat by the sea with roadside Bhutta, under the tallest coconut tree?
Would you like a walk in the sand, magnificence for your eyes in swirling aquamarine?
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Yesterday, returning from New York, I flew First Class. Now I’ve flown first and business class many times in my life, but yesterday's was different; I flew first, while all around me was economy. As I sat myself down, I felt a strange sense of joy. It was indescribable, till I realised there was a word for it, a long word, if you put it together, the ‘peacethatpassethunderstanding’! Quite a long word that, and I’ve experienced that word off and on in my life. I remember feeling it when creditors during my business days once knocked at my door, and I knew I could deal with them and the serious situation, because again I was flying first class, when all around me was economy.
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There was once a time not too long ago when the living room of a home reflected the kind of people living it; not how much money they possessed but how much warmth existed within. You could sink into inviting easy chair and be sure moments later your host would be as informal, easy going and comfortable as the chair you were lounging in. Then there were houses with stuffy furniture, over stuffed sofas with protruding lumps that poked deep into your back as if telling you were already on borrowed time.