Delhi central Jail
Here in the cell on the 12th floor we can see a man nearly 26 years of age with the knowledge that his eyes and his strength has started to fail. He has already been here six months, and has 13 and half more eternities of horror to serve.
Here he sits on a cane mat in a prison cell, where fungus and moss grow off the walls, and sometimes off him, where his only light is a flickering, fading candle, where the insects of the night seek comfort from the rain and the dark, with me huddled around this one candle, where the rain itself can seem like a living, breathing creature. This seems like the whole universe to him.
At the beginning, he has faith that the system will do justice with him…His faith faded away as the time passes. He has cried many tears and he is not ashamed of that either, to be broken hearted and obviously suffering trauma, not in front of the others. He was not an emotional wreck. But circumstances have snatched out the strength from him.
He has his mother and younger sister, whom he loves very much. But he had left them to fend for themselves amongst predators. How would they cope with? There are so many questions in his minds but no answers…
His companion and friend Aditya died 3 days ago who had no strength left to endure the torture anymore, he died slow and in pain, but he did not die alone, he died in his arms.
Who's arms will he die in?
Probably his questions will not be answered ever.
He has met worse in his short life.
Rain has a way of cleaning things, houses, streets, cars, and in some cases memories. As the rain is tip tapping on the roof and pouring through the bars of his cell, his thoughts tumble back, how did he manage to end up in this cesspit in the first place?
The rain outside is an incessant tap above him, and a torrent running in around him.
It's the memories of the past life that he has led that the rain brings so vividly to his mind. With every drop, dribble and splash, memories cascade through his mind, as does the rain gushing down the walls of silence that surround him, and the place where he is supposed to sleep.
How did he end up here? That is something he is still not 100% sure about.
Will he ever get justice?
No one needs justice until
they themselves are imprisoned.
Justice is not heresy;
It's the healing of the soul.
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