I force myself to believe that India is a cultural heritage. I shake with fear when I see the reality. The reality of a ten year old being murdered brutally and then his body being burnt off. Yesterday, in Delhi, a boy of ten was going for a wedding party nearby, on his cycle. Midway, his cycle collided with a Qualis carrying a groom and his friends/relatives. The boy Sanjeev asked for repairs since his cycle was damaged. The drunk people gave him more. They gave him death. They killed the boy and burnt his body. A case of sexual abuse is also suspected. How do you consider this brutality? I pity those people who did such a heinous thing. They are demented. The police let the people go I don’t know why. According to them, nothing can be done before the postmortem reports come. If Sanjeev had known that standing for justice would cost his life, he would have never done so. I am ashamed to be called an Indian after such a brutal incident. I am ashamed to think myself equal to those horrid criminals. I am ashamed to be in a country where justice rests on postmortems and patience.