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.Archana Sharma ,a  gynaecologist in Rajasthan,committed deliberate self-harm the other day. A patient of hers had succumbed to post-partum haemorhage .The relatives of the patient had filed an IPC 302 against her. It was a fleeting news I read which had been highlighted by one of my conceintious colleagues. It was somewhere at the back of my mind.

I had a strange dream towards the morning hours.I was in the market somewhere when I happened to notice a ruckus down below.A women was being assaulted by two women.There was a camel lazily sitting on the floor with a lazy mahout stretched out on top of it watching the scenario with utter disinterest.There was an old man with white hair sitting on his haunches towards the head of the camel with tears streaming down his eyes ,wiping it with the back of his hands.There was an old lady crying out loudly gesticulating for help ,standing behind the camel.It was a vivid picture and had me thoughtful.

What struck me was how active the woman were,instruments of different kind and how passive the men seemed by their hopelessness and their utter lack of concern.What struck me was the presence of the camel,so I wondered if it was a picture of what I had read the other day.

The other item that caught my eye was a short note written by Franklin Graham about how he had written a letter to president Putin and president Zelensky requesting for a ceasefire of ten days leading up to Easter.

Brought to memory the ‘The Christmas truce ‘ in the first world war in the western front where the soldiers from either side mingled with each other,released some prisoners of war,greeted each other and even played football with each other.

The Prince of peace is as alive today as He was then,and to Him we continue to look to for solutions.

 


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