Inqilab: The Third Journey

'Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it.'-Leo Tolstoy

The train rattled along, the three girls stood facing each other, clutching the same pole that gave them support. They stood close but in truth, there were oceans of circumstance separating them. 

It is plausible that they might never have met, were it not for some trick of nimble-fingered Fate hoping to create some change in the world.

'It's unfair,' the tall girl whispered. She had ebony skin, and short black hair. Her strong legs were sturdy against the rocking of the train. Bangles jangled noisily as they slid down her hand.

The girl with dyed red hair and an unpronounceable name pursed her lips. The unspeakable words had been said, and worse, she agreed with them. 

The other becomes distant and listless. She longs to disregard the words, to say they are not true, to condemn her friends as ignorant but she is afraid to. She is afraid she is wrong.

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