The Wound

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Of late there is a strange kind of laceration that we can see all around us. This wound is at its embroytic stage. However the puss from this disease is seeping out steadily. There is a foul smell already. The wound is deeping day by day and is infecting other body parts. The stench from the bleed and wound is toxic, putrid and gets down your spine. Nobody has any respite from it, though some of us pretend to or actually run pass the way. The puss has some of the world's most decayed ingredients, substances which have always been abhored by men and women alike.

Ladies and Gentlemen, this laceration, this deadly wound is the fanatic intolerance that is raising its head around us. Somewhere in Kerala, a person's arms have been severed by people who did not believe in what he did. This is grotesque, brutal and calls for immediate condemnation by all and action by people who have the authority to take action.

Co-existence has been our buzzword and let this coexsitence thrive under all circumstances. How boring life would become if all of us ascribe to the same fate,culture,religion and language. This melenge is unique and let it be unique.

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