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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 23 ; the twenty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The theme for this month is FREE. “balu bhaiyya, just got a call from sindhiya….they are coming to get us!!!!”, Ramu came yelling inside the small little hut. Balu was alone, sitting on his khursi  ,with legs wide spread on the wodden table. He had a katta in his hand. Ramu was breathing heavily & the dripping sweat from his face justified his fear of being apprehended by the Bihar police. Balu still had audacious sparkle in his eyes. He got up from his chair & made his way up to Ramu & patting his shoulder murmured in his frail, senile voice,” don’t worry…..you were the one who wished to be free from all this mess, you got it!!! Be happy…I won’t let you hurt them”….turning his back to Ramu, he took a stride and within...

I boarded the bus, put my bag on the nearby seat & turned my back to watch her leave. The feeling to see her, first slip from my arms & then from my eyes was detrimental. That was, may be, the first time when my mind in support of my heart,  told me to get down the bus, take a rigorous run and being oblivious of the hypocrites around…just hug….in the mild, angelic drizzling…. I was cursing each second that passed, each distance that made me feel she was far. It’s savage, I yelled to myself. I hated everything that was been offered to me…. My eyes were desperate to have a glimpse of that loving, cherishing, benign face….just to make sure that she was weeping, both inside & outside. But she didn’t turn back…it pierced my heart…my eyes were behaving like a child, being left alone in a boarding school by the most loved person in his life… I wanted to reprimand…don’t know to whom…because in addition to every little thing was hurting, the drizzle became grave & it began...