21-10-2022, 03:57 PM
1st May, 1:15 am (4 Months Later)
“Abhimanyu Singh, is not just my best friend, he is like a brother to me. Our relationship started way back on the cold floors of an orphanage, and then turned us into best of friends. We started our struggle together and promised each other that we will make our own lives. After years of hard work, we were able to settle in life, I became a reporter and he got a respectable job in a firm. But pain of not having a family ever left our hearts. 3 years ago, he met a wonderful girl, Kaviya Shekhar. She was full of life; they fell in love and decided to get married. I attended his marriage as “groomsman”. He was so happy, Kaviya completed his life, gave him all the happiness in the world. They were so happy together even in his limited resources, they led a happy, complete, joyful life”
“But then one night, an adventure of three young boys tarnished their lives. Abhimanyu lost his Kaviya, and in the rage of the moment, he took the life of the boy named Aakash, who accidently killed his wife. As a reporter, I can’t allow my sentiments to take over my editorial judgment. But writing a piece for this case, which involves my brother like friend is the most difficult and painful experience of my life. Who can blame Abhimanyu, for taking the life of Aakash? Who can blame Aakash’s father? Who is not ready to listen to his plea? He lost his only son, his bright son, who was a future engineer. Who can blame Keshav? He is just a young boy, who saw his father enjoying a thrilling experience of firing aerial shots with his gun on a marriage. Who can blame the court? As law has to take its due course”
“Then who is to blame for this catastrophe? A New Year night, which is supposed to give hope and happiness to people for the coming year, destroyed the lives of so many people. Is it the fault of that night? No, the fault lies in the fact, how we chose to celebrate our happiness. Birthdays, marriages, New Year’s nights, they all are just tools which bring some moments of joy in our lives. But we have decided to celebrate these occasions with guns and bullets. There was a time, when guns and bullets were considered a tool of terror, but now we have made them part of our celebrations. I don’t know how many people will read my article, but whoever reads it, whether you are a politician, lawmaker, parent, husband, wife, daughter, son, I don’t care from which part of the society you belong. Just for a minute think about, where we have lead this society?”
“Aakash Batra, was killed 3 months ago. Abhimanyu Singh, will be hanged tomorrow morning. But does this story end here? It’s time, where we should separate the tools of terror from our celebrations, otherwise, the story of Abhimanyu, Kaviya and Aakash will repeat itself again and again”
He removed his glasses, and looked at his watch, there was still time left before he could have the last meeting with his best friend. He thought for few seconds, what could be an appropriate title for his article and then he started to type the name of his article
“Abhimanyu Singh, is not just my best friend, he is like a brother to me. Our relationship started way back on the cold floors of an orphanage, and then turned us into best of friends. We started our struggle together and promised each other that we will make our own lives. After years of hard work, we were able to settle in life, I became a reporter and he got a respectable job in a firm. But pain of not having a family ever left our hearts. 3 years ago, he met a wonderful girl, Kaviya Shekhar. She was full of life; they fell in love and decided to get married. I attended his marriage as “groomsman”. He was so happy, Kaviya completed his life, gave him all the happiness in the world. They were so happy together even in his limited resources, they led a happy, complete, joyful life”
“But then one night, an adventure of three young boys tarnished their lives. Abhimanyu lost his Kaviya, and in the rage of the moment, he took the life of the boy named Aakash, who accidently killed his wife. As a reporter, I can’t allow my sentiments to take over my editorial judgment. But writing a piece for this case, which involves my brother like friend is the most difficult and painful experience of my life. Who can blame Abhimanyu, for taking the life of Aakash? Who can blame Aakash’s father? Who is not ready to listen to his plea? He lost his only son, his bright son, who was a future engineer. Who can blame Keshav? He is just a young boy, who saw his father enjoying a thrilling experience of firing aerial shots with his gun on a marriage. Who can blame the court? As law has to take its due course”
“Then who is to blame for this catastrophe? A New Year night, which is supposed to give hope and happiness to people for the coming year, destroyed the lives of so many people. Is it the fault of that night? No, the fault lies in the fact, how we chose to celebrate our happiness. Birthdays, marriages, New Year’s nights, they all are just tools which bring some moments of joy in our lives. But we have decided to celebrate these occasions with guns and bullets. There was a time, when guns and bullets were considered a tool of terror, but now we have made them part of our celebrations. I don’t know how many people will read my article, but whoever reads it, whether you are a politician, lawmaker, parent, husband, wife, daughter, son, I don’t care from which part of the society you belong. Just for a minute think about, where we have lead this society?”
“Aakash Batra, was killed 3 months ago. Abhimanyu Singh, will be hanged tomorrow morning. But does this story end here? It’s time, where we should separate the tools of terror from our celebrations, otherwise, the story of Abhimanyu, Kaviya and Aakash will repeat itself again and again”
He removed his glasses, and looked at his watch, there was still time left before he could have the last meeting with his best friend. He thought for few seconds, what could be an appropriate title for his article and then he started to type the name of his article
“To whom it may concern”
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