A teenage boy knocking at the door, with needy expression on his face. Qazi, he said when I asked for his name, clinching his teeth, aggression can be seen on his forehead.
“What is wrong with you”, ‘nothing’ he replied, added ‘need some water’, while making a ferocious look. Drank at least a liter in three or four gallops, like a horse and left without any formal conversation.
After an hour or two later, I found him sleeping outside my house.
Come in, “boy” I said to him “ he murmured something to me I didn’t get it. I helped him to stand and got him into my house.
Is there anything wrong with you? “No”, he replied. Pin drop silence for a while in room. In the meanwhile he got some warmth from firepot and turned to me with an innocent expression on face and started his conversation without any questions from my side to reply;
“two weeks back, I was going for a premedical admission entrance test with a hope to become a doctor, after burning my midnight oil for at least a year. While I was crossing the bridge, a blast happen , sound was from near by marketplace and everyone was running away from it but I didn’t, because I had to reach the examination center at time. A police officer came to me and start arguing with me, I told him it is necessary for me to reach the examination center. He was not any mood to listen my request. Other policemen gathered too.
"They took me without considering the essence of time, put me in dark cell, beated , kept hungry and yelled for whole time. After three days, by one of the police constable I get the news that I have been framed as terrorist for what happen in town, where three people got killed. I said him I am not the one. He replied that he too know that. He also told me, some NGO lawyers, from human rights will be visiting the here to check the conditions of prisoners. "What you need to do is cry as loud as you can, so that they listen you and do some help for you. After listening to him I was numb, didn’t answer to him."
“What has happened I didn’t first understood but made my mind to do same as police constable told me. When I heard some noise outside my dark cell. I realized the people are from human rights department. I screamed for help. Some one outside ‘what is going here ’. Who is inside the cell and why is he crying". After their intervention they checked my admit card, that I needed during examination day.
They took me out and said, how you got here, I narrated my whole story. They yelled on the police officers, took my exam admission card and showed it to them and rescued me from their clutches".
He continued;
“The small incident ruined my year and perhaps life, if I wouldn’t had been rescued ”.
“What happened last night, I saw the same inspector on the bridge arguing with a person, the rage I couldn’t handle and I pushed him from backside down to river and I ran from the site”.
“Since last night I had been wandering from one place to another though I got the news the police officer is safe. Now I am not sure what to do with my life”
Some tears fell from his eyes.
I was in shock after listening the story of this innocent boy and tragedy associated. I tried to figure out the solution.
I started to think how do I help this man. Suddenly I realized the whole story is a simulation of 
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With a light smile on my face I shut the system down and left the room.
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