We will have to call her alive so that we can grant her death. For the last 36 years Aruna Shanbaug has been confined to a cot in a hospital where she is force-fed and kept alive. Suffering ought to have a limit, a boundary. Here, there has only been ceaseless misery. Aruna's vegetable existence has caused many animated debates on euthanasia. The brutality of the act of the janitor who raped her is dwarfed by fate's cruelty. Her plight is unnerving. She can't feel, think, talk, emote or express. Her body lives because it is made to live forcibly. People talk about good and bad times, they talk about the rainbow that is the hope after the rain. What about her? What has been the rainbow in her life? I wish her death! That might be the rainbow after the unrelenting rain...
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