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"Mangal Mangal Ho......" the song from the famous movie 'Mangal Pandey' echoed in our car whilst our thoughts were rooted on the mission that lied ahead. That song was the perfect indication of our thoughts at that very moment. Each one of us in that car had a single objective-We all wanted to complete the mission successfully. It was a traditional red jeep that we were using. Loud yet melodious Kailash was great on the steering wheel too. I was accompanied by my colleagues Shaila, Maya, Babalu and Kavita. In that limited space that the car had, Kavita was finding it difficult to fit in. Sanjiv (My husband) got a promotion on the same day, it was his party day! I was obviously happy for him but the mission and the complexity of it were making me restless. We had grabbed 1 or 2 clothes and some essentials for our journey, which we started at about 7pm. The road was unknown and the night was creeping in..... It was not as if the work was new to us. We were doing the sting for the 7th time, each one of us knew our job. The only difference was the location. The area was completely new to us. No one knew its demography, psyche, socio-economic structure and many other vital factors. "It's usual and very open in our area," said Ashroba Gore, quite casually. Those words weren't mere words, they were the reality. Gore was our worker from Kej Taluka. He knew 'Beed' district inside out. He had seen our modus operandi, how we seize doctors who cruelly take away the lives of the girls even before their birth. It was clear from his information that the situation was pretty miserable in the Beed district. He got us the phone numbers of the local clinics. We called them from
