Read the first part here….
I ran towards him. But before I could reach him, I found him assaulted by those people who was there on the other side of the street earlier.
Whats going on..? Someone rushed to me and dragged me a few meters away from the spot.
And at once I heard a noise. It was a blast. I looked back and found the flesh and bones of my dream rising high in the sky along with fire.
I was frozen. I felt some veins being broken inside my brain.
Who is all that around me? where am I? Am I admitted in a hospital?
How long have I been here..? Just an hour back. Aren’t I taken here a few weeks back.?
Someone is sitting beside me. It is him who saved me from that blast.
“How many are dead in that blast. ? Why did you save me?”
He just smiled and said “Only one. And you are saved from a devils hand and not from the blast”
It took me a lot of time to realize what he said and left unsaid.
Yes, it is a world where in people are least dared to stand together against injustice. This might be an uncivilised thought as in Castrate them. But do such child abusers deserve anything lesser?