My Mission of Peace

The bags were packed, live were locked and the cab was waiting out, we were fair about to leave, I travel to room unlocked it, had my fussy box out, mean slice I was in the oversight of my brother Arjun. What is in it? he demanded. Nothing as such, except a few refreshments for the transit. Boys whither argon you? it was a press from my mom. Then we left afterward a petition for a peaceful journey. There was no room even for an orchard apple tree to fall, in the New Delhi point. The Mumbai acquit was twenty five proceeding before time. We had 28, 29, 30 and 31 sleepers re served for us in Tatkaal Quota. I rushed to my pep pill berth with the refreshment box, provoke with excitement and enthusiasm. Arjun bought some surpass sellers from the station. It was somewhere after the Jaipur station that I saw a crowd of protesting youth, that make me sulk over the BIG twenty-four hour period of my life, twenty sixth of October 2009.\nThe reign over of religious leaders had re move their roots deep in the society from almost a year ago. There were many of them, different for every community. Komal baba for Hindus, Molana Azad for Muslims, Hari ji for Jains . Collectively I called them Baba Brigands, the devils, the demons, apply to promote discrimination, disintegration, among public. Instilling envenom and removing sweetness of relations in society. They all had the same doctrine I am the courier of God, the holy saint, I am here to enlighten you, you learn mixed-up your track, youre here to serve the creator. Its at a time or never, you need to stir up before it gets late, amend your souls, separate from rest and worship your master, my lord is lamenting at the fat headedness of his devotees. Be grateful to him, he is the one made you, so it is your duty to serve him, I am a messenger, I can ingest the route but you are the one who need to meet it.\nIndia was cracked into pieces and harmony was lost in society. I study in a Convent schoo...