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Hoping for a better nation

Yesterday my bus home was stopped to allow a peaceful candlelight procession against Delhi's gangrape pass; and sitting silently inside a well-lit bus, watching those young men and women (may be they were just girls and boys a week ago, but now they have grown up) walk with determination holding placards and candles, I was filled with pride. Pride for being in a nation where there is still hope. Pride that our youth have come on to streets for something worthwhile, for a girl they have never seen, never heard of till now, never even know her name, and who lives far far away in a city most of them have never visited. Pride that till now I had watched youth coming onto streets for freedom or any other just cause in other countries, watched with envy that it may not happen in our country riddled with corruption, but it did. And I feel contented. I feel it will change the course of our nation, soon. I thought people would talk for some days, argue on TV channels over the need for a 'stringent' law, and then move on... and the girl would be all alone in her trauma. I am surprised pleasantly surprised. I don't know what will happen to the case, but this is a start for change in the country.

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