12 August, 2008
My little one has written her first complete mail eversince she left for a distant land. But I was sad to note that even at such a distant place she cannot get herself away from the worries that she has carried alongwith. Worries about me!
“…Just give it back properly mamma. Now you can concentrate on it wholly. People are disgusting and they desere the worst!”
I was torn into pieces when I read her words. Why she has to carry the burden of all that I am fighting against? Do these Faustian Souls realize the extent of damage that they have resorted to? But yes, one thing is certain that I am going to fight them tooth and nail and to the end. Just one sentence from my little one has empowered me to take on them.