The canarian flight

“Why on earth should I cover my face or conceal my identity? Just because a few stray dogs bit me, I am not going to retract into a cocoon. I don’t want to be called after my birthplace or where I was attacked­­­­­­. Call me by my name. I’m Swathy. Don’t ever blur my face on any media. If anyone is to be afraid or ashamed, it’s my attackers. Moreover, to those who intend to torture me with your sarcasm, I just have say one thing: Don’t you dare! “ Swathy has determined to fight the world.

Suddenly a handsome male appeared from nowhere “News hour would be right back. Meanwhile do send in your response to the audience poll question, ‘Should the rape victims reveal their identity?’ SMS format NP space Y for yes and N for no”

Avantika had forgotten that she turned on the TV to watch her bestie, Yami, the naughty canary on TV. 
She was not surprised to see Swathy's fighting spirit.  What surprised her was the audacity of the man who declared an audience poll on what Yami had said. He traded her courage. ‘Do send us SMS so that we can get our share of money from the service providers as well as a matter for the debate show, the next day. Then, some dumbo duffers would assemble and discuss the pros and cons of her personal decision.’

“Where the six Canaries, where the 6 strangers who doesn’t even know where each other exists or even exist or not, for that matter.” said Ananya. “If not for this incident, I would never know anything about Yami. Shall we go back to Kochi? We should try to find all the 6 canaries, shouldn’t we?”

Avantika kept staring at the wall. She still could not believe how time maneuvered their lives to unforeseen circumstances. She had enough for the day. The revelation she had that day about the three canaries was more than what she could take. NOW WHAT MORE IS IN STORE?