My mind my dome!

Once known as the 'Switzerland of India'.  In shadows cast by anguish,a tale of sorrow unfolds.  Of women in India,many whose stories still remain untold.  In the darkest corners of Manipurs streets.  A tragedy transpired, where sorrow and torment meets. Women,innocent and pure, faced a cruel fate.  Mass raped and killed, their lives stolen by hate. In the secluded heartland of Manipur, where beauty once thrived.  Darkness has descended, and innocence was deprived. Women were paraded stripped naked,groped and mauled by a disorderly mob. And happily these men lighted up a flash mob.  Those men hunted our bodies as war zones. They felt our chest throb through our broken bones.  Families tormented, haunted by the memories they bear.  Torn apart by sorrow, burdened with the weight of despair. Their cries suppressed, their lives cut short.  By a heinous act of violence, a world torn apart. The streets that witnessed their scream agony and cries.  Now bear the

It is during such solo trips that we completely transform and connect with our inner self.Some applaud me for following my heart whereas some give me lecture. But I take everything with a pinch of salt.My mother was the first to criticize me. Even today she recalls and asks me how I arrived kerala ancestral home solo at early morning 4am. Many of you may think what's the big deal. It's not one from where I come from. As i live in a developed city. But In states and village in India sleep by 10. How i took a taxi to come home at time.Only i knew of that ordeal. I sat for three hours at the railway station to until finally a good old uncle agreed to leave me home. He didn't take any fare but God I did get back one bag of scolding from. Because it's unsafe to sit there in a railway station. But when I told him it was not my mistake. He agreed.The process of knowing new people is the best part of solo traveling.While travelling solo Freedom is felt.We get to know our lik