The Sacrifice Anonymous

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THE SACRIFICE ANONYMOUS

     For being a human being shape or colour won't be a weightage. It needs a mind for things worthwhile and sacrifice. 
    August 7 showed us the meaning of being a Humanbeing..Power and status can't be maintained by any cause . Everything alters and don't know when it will be. Calicut plane crash has taken 18 lives including the pilot, captain Deepak saathe and the co pilot Akilesh Kumar.
    The plane was about to be flared up but the captain made a huge risk, to save the life of the rest. Moreover, the sacrifice of the anonymous village people,has taken credit , because they made such a delicate risk by challenging their lives and oblivious of corona matters. By their help , within midnight, the whole passengers and crew got hospitalized. . It wasn't easy to save the lives from the parted plane but their enthusiasm made it possible.
     The cause of the crash was the hostile climate so that the Captain had lost the control from the table top landing , then the plane had made a skid approximately 11 feet down the gorge.
     But the attempt of saving their lives brought back the rest to hues. This incident was the 2nd red handed one in India. Whole troop helped them, regardless of covid-19 and were gone through quarantine. Many of them diagnosed with the virus infection but ,thank God no one lost life by it. Because , their intention for helping the others were highly meaningful. Surely, being Human is what life serves.

                                 - Fathima Hasna C

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