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Fallen Leaves

By Sandra Joseph


A car came and stopped in the yard. Marie opened the door. It was her brother.

He said. ”Case verdict came. It was against us. Court leave him because, they didn’t found any

evidence against him.

Marie’s eyes brimming with tears. She shouted, “What proof do they need?? Is her corpse not

enough?? The bruises? The blood stains?? The wound it has caused?? Isn’t that enough??

She is my only daughter and my love .after John’s death (husband), I live only for her. But my bad, I

couldn’t protect her, she sobbed.

It’s not your fault Marie, brother said.

“The society and the people are like preying beasts craving for human blood. Court , the place to

protecting society remains quiet, if not for them, who is gonna protect us ?? Media is celebrating

this news with our Sara’s pictures. Someone’s loss has become their hot news. How can we raise

our children in such a society?? I was wondering, there are different people with different opinions

about this, one who believes in strict punishment, the other who blames the victim for her clothes &




being a girl uh!!! Who will react ?? When will all of this change?? Loss is only for us .No one will take

care of us! I promised to be by her side no matter what. But there’s no justice for my girl after her

death.” Words are lost…

Marie…Marie…he called. She did not respond to the anxious voice of her brother. Her eyes were

fixed on Sara’s photo which is hanging on the wall. She left without saying what she had to say.

Silence filled in the room. That silence has a lot of meaning. Cloud if disappointment, hopelessness

and great loss.

The court which is remaining silent on all rape case still remains silent today. At that time society

was busy to add her name in the list of all victims who can’t get a pinch of justice from the society.

She was another fallen leaf.


By Sandra Joseph




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