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Dear Readers,

                     Another incident of crime against women and as if I care more! The rancorous emotional outrage  would die and die it will in a matter of some time. However, this incident is a little different from others. It reminds me of a beautiful night of my life. 

                          It was a chilly night in the month of December 2006. I was a young MA scholar of JNU and used to frolic around Delhi in the warm company of my new found love. That night we were returning from a theater show at NSD (National School of Drama) and by Joe! the play sent us into raptures. It was a Shakespearean parody performed by a wild Thespian group from the UK. 

                            On my way, I was reciting few lines and enacting scenes from the play( in those days I used to think highly of myself as an actor as I had just passed out from College) to make my lady giggle, smile and laugh. She laughed with her mouth clasped with her hands. By the time we reached Khan Market, she was shrieking out of thrill and begging me to stop. I didn't listen and in a careless youthful exuberance offered her an  Ice-cream. She held my arm and said, "You are fun!". 

                     We had missed the 615(Bus Route No.) and boarded a 621 instead. We got down at Munirka around 9: 45 pm because we knew we could fetch our 615 again. We did so and within minutes reached the cozy confines of our campus. 

                          It is bone-chilling to think that my evening must have been somewhat similar to the one spent by the couple which fell into the hands of those butchers, the only difference being that we got on to a greenish yellow bus and not a white one........