The fire within her

" Her eyes were red. This time it wasn't because of tears or anger. Her eyes reflected strength of self sacrifice. She was bleeding. She had severe bruises. Blood was dripping,for she was stabbed. Her forehead had marks of being beaten up.Her left arm almost seemed to be fractured. She had scars all over her body. She would probably be in her 20s but I'm sure that she had the wisdom and strength far more than any other person of her age. She had only a little life left in her..With just one look in her face, you could tell that she wasn't under emotional turmoil.Probably,she would have felt that if she dies,then on the name of fighting for justice, the entire society might go out on a candle march; on the other hand if she survives,then the very same society might question her endlessly..Or perhaps she never thought of it as well. She had only a little life left but even at that juncture,she had the courage to save one more life. I was thrown into the same dark room.All I could see was some empty barrels in that dark room. My 8 year self didn't know what to do. Only "Mamma" was coming from my mouth until I saw this sister lying down. I wanted to hide but there was a man in that room. He was young and had black hair with brown eyes. He was strange and obviously abusive. He was getting closer and I was restraining myself from screaming out loud. I wasn't even able to move because by then,fear had controlled me.In every breath, I was able to smell my death approaching. Even that sister was in no form to walk, she would probably collapse. There wasn't any weapon in that room except for that thin rod which was dropped by this man. I had to fight him if I had to live. As he came closer, all I could do was turn away my head. All my senses had stopped working, for a moment. In a minute or so, there was a loud thud in that room and silence fell. I thought I was dead but I was perfectly unharmed. The little life left in her was soo much filled with strength and courage that she had the potential to stand up . She had picked up that rod and with all her might and she had forcefully hit that man. That was the last thing,she could do. With the force of being hit,he had fallen down. Was he dead or just unconscious , I don't know. The floor was filled with her blood. She muttered "Go" and eventually succumbed to her injuries.

How did she live so long inspite of such miserable pain was itself a mystery. She wasn't a stranger anymore. She was a fighter, A REAL FIGHTER. She was a warrior with blood that was fearless. She was an embodiment of courage. Who else could gather strength like her even during their last moment.Even if they would, they would use it to save themselves. She was equally an embodiment of love,affection and sacrifice because with that little life left in her, she saved the complete life of a person.

AND THIS IS WHY I WANT TO BE AN IPS OFFICER so that no one else in this nation ever witness what I did that at that tender age."

As she completed her speak on what was her inspiration to become one of the youngest and finest IPS officer, the entire assembly of gathered audience fell into silence. Some had tears in their eyes.Some didn't know if they had to clap or just hug her. And finally this silence was broken by a young boy, who stood up on his seat and shouted with pride, "BHARAT MATA KI JAI".