Hatred
Hatred is never a private whim.The single stone thrown in hatred never remains alone.
It is invariably joined by a thousand other stones pelted in blind fury until the rioter forgets why he is throwing his stone,or why he is raiding a home at midnight.
The girl he is dragging by her hair out on to the street - he does not even know her name - how come he hates her so much? The old man he is clubbing to death - he has never seen him before - how come this burning anger?
(Courtesy: Hindu , Sunday Magazine)
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