Some years before, a beautiful girl named Shenba lived in a catchy tribal village, Hasipur. She was doing BA.English literature at a private college. Youngsters can realise the arrivals of colorful butterflies whenever she entered inside the classroom. Her tress was reminding the world's largest waterfall, Angel which is situated in the South American country of Venezuela. Her lips were indicating the seven colors of the rainbow. Many boys fell in love with her beauty but one boy had fallen in love with her splendid soul. His name was Arun. Furthermore, he looked at her shiny face when she sat inside the college bus. She also saw him but did not express it at any moment. They met each other in the playground of the college.

They were being as a couple of divinity. They did not concentrate on sex or any other sexual activities because they knew the purity of pregnancy. Besides, they were belonged to various castes.

As we know, India is still being as a dustbin of castes. Arun was a dalit so that her parents did not show their interest. Both were prepared to go somewhere for escaping from the people those who were believing that caste was their true identity or culture. Arun had the sportsbike, R15. He was waiting backside of her palatial house.

Her father had seen them. He had ordered to his men to catch them. His men were following the bike. Both Shenba and Arun were scared. Eventually, they were catched by them. Her father became angry and told his men to kill them immediately. Shenba's neck was crushed and Arun was beheaded by them. They did not have wings to fly for escaping to start a new life.
© Tamizhan Manikandan