The Storm in the Silence “Your medicine, which disappeared at City-cure, is in Dinshaw,” Aarti read the message repeatedly. She was overjoyed. She understood what he referred to. “I am coming there immediately,” she called him on a cell phone. “No,” he replied, “If the police recognize you here then God forbid they might put him in some other hospital.” “Then what should she do?” She glanced at ward forty-two. The door was still closed. Aarti endures the storm in silence, she sustains the attacks on her with courage, she maneuvers her moves cleverly. She defies the odds. She also fires back without worrying about any blizzard which surrounds her. Her cries don’t pin her down; her tears don’t make her prosaic. She takes the charge in her own hands when she finds the world of men, including her loved ones, drawing battle lines for her. But she refuses to throw down the gauntlet. Like a warrior woman, she outclasses her adversaries with characteristic astuteness u...
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