"I will not leave you alive , and I say that as a promise " were the words when we came to the so known police station .
The garden were full of leaves and flowers but with a unwatered life . their branches had bowed down to kiss the earth but their straight shoot was not allowing so .
Around that half-dead garden , I was able to see red bricks Pierced down in a slanting position , as a boundary around them .
"Shut your mouth and go inside " I heard a policemen saying it to the criminal , who was continuously making promises to kill someone .

The sound was filled with pain and a deep urge to do what he is promising . and about the eyes, I was unable to recognize him from so far away , near the gates of the law .
"Let's go inside " I said and the wheels under me moved as its reaction . The low lying unpaved path was surrounded by these  gardens on either of its sides and the murmurings of people was able to be heard as we reached it's door .
A constable was sitting outside with a police black stick which was as smooth as marble and with a F like structure of it .
If I was a child , I would have stuck to my father's leg to get it and had did it once too in Pakistan , when a group of police were talking in the market but it was of no use .
"Hello , madam . where are you going ." the police constable stood up from his seat , leaving the stick in the bench "its police station , not hospital " and there was some odd but when I saw him spitting the red paan (chewing tobacco ) out of his mind .
In an answer to this , swati spoke back "We have came to the right place to have some FAQ for a "attempt to murder case " and mind the language "
"What mind, language . I do know it very well "he said "we are here to help you people so we are need to be respected " the constable said with same odd tone .
"You ..... " swati said and showed finger to him but I stopped her .
So she spoke " plz , let us go " and this time , rather politely .
"Hmm.. This is the way " the constable spoke between the paan in the mouth and let us go .
She pushed the wheelchair and we went inside .
The doctor had told me to be in a wheel chair for some days as my standing position will give pressure to my cut .
There were tables and chair with men in khakhi uniform sitting on them . And , as we were sight seeing the police station as a tourist destination , the same police inspector came who was there at the hospital .
"Good morning , I was waiting for you " he said .
"You called us to recognize the criminal . where is he ?" Swati asked  .
"I will show you , come , the way " he said and pointed towards a open room with metal bars , you can call it , lock up. And inside it , was Nikhil.
As i saw him, I recognized his shining black shirt tugged out of his light yellow jeans .
"Nikhil !" I said slowly
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I was in a hope that the locals may have mistaken him but his words , which he spoke outside were unable to proof me right .
Swati took my chair near the bars and his face became clear with it .
"Nikhil" I called as he was sitting in a corner facing the blank cement wall in front of him .
And as I called him , he stood up and arrived near the bars but the eyes were fixed to the floor .
"Why have you done this ?" I asked him but there was no reply .

"look at me nikhil" i said but he had no response .

and suddenly , to my surprise, he grabbed my collar and said "you have done this to me ".

At that, i saw a drop of tear running down his chicks from his eyes , which have tuned red as a reflection of the pain, i had suffered that night when i was thrown out of my own family by those strangers .

"leave him " swati said and grabbed the hands , which were holding me . she tried the best but his emotions were more stronger than her .

i may had tried to escape his hold but those angry , sad,red eyes had the same nature , as of the knife which was not allowing me to use my hands, even when they were in good condition . there was ony one difference , the knife was seeing me with hidden eyes where ever he was seeing with real  eyes,whose presence was reminding me of that night , which i referred as my past .

And as i was seeing myself in those eyes , a strong hit broke the connection . someone hit him hard and It was the inspector .

i felt a rest around my neck when the tightened collar was loosed . and then ,i realized that i forgot to feel the shortness of my breath.
"what has got into him ?" i asked to swati , rotating my head from my chair but the policemen answered "he has gone mad . i think , its the starting of a serial killer . you can say him a psychopath "

And swati said "sir , can we go ? he is nikhil as we said of " .
"yes , you can . And no need to verify now as this incident says it all " he said with a short mild laugh at the end  . 

My wheels turned and started moving in the opposite direction but my mind was still fixed to that lonely man still sitting behind the bars , who just tried to kill me again . As we were returning  , all the policemen were looking at us . the clock , fixed above the main door was showing 12 o clock and same time was reflecting on my face . The police station , which was seeming so noisy at first was seeming much silent . i guess the incident had done this change but i also think , that it was just an imagination . may be , my thinking had turned more louder this time . And this option was really making some sense .

As we approached the garden , it had turned much meaningful than the last time ,when i saw it about 1 hour ago . Don,t ask me why ? because i too , is unaware of what is happening to me . But one thing is clear , there is a part of my contribution in the pot of his sin .

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she opened my wheelchair from the auto and made me sit on it .

"okay bhaiya , thanks " she said to the auto driver but he had already started the engine .
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some people don't care of any greeting and it is actually okay because , being practical , is  more effective in this life . a thanks will do nothing good to you but a sum of money will . If you are asked to buy a pencil . you will prefer to bargain with the shopkeeper to reduce the price , even if that shopkeeper will curse you in his mind rather than buying it in the marked price , even if he will will bless you for that . 

And almost 100 % people will do exactly the same but there are some times when your mentality turns exactly the opposite .
As with fardeen, who is feeling sympathy for a guy , who had tried to kill him .
You think that his feelings are imaginary but they really exist .
It has happened with you too , while watching a movie . It happens sometime that you feel sympathy towards a villain when the hero kills him . You say " how heartless is the hero ?" but then you remember the deeds of the villain and control those emotions .
But that control part is not available here , with fardeen  because he has not yet found the reason of the deeds of his villain , where he is the hero , punishing the villain .
And he is confirm , that nikhil's reason is not any evil , that a part of his deeds are being directed by him , and he understood it by the universal language of love .
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We landed in the A.P.J abdul kalam road , just in front of nikhil's house as some questions were still looking for answers .
The still image of nikhil's anger for me was still revolving around my eyes .
"He is not a criminal but I am " I said to swati .
Swati got shocked by listening such words from me but she is not such a girl , who will say any shit out of mouth , without thinking . She realized and said "you are one " she said .
"What !" I said as she shocked me this time .

"Yes you really are " she said with a much louder voice , enough to make me scan the area , that no one is around .
"Having such a simple mind is a crime " she said " and thinking yourself a criminal is so serious , that life can  make you hanged till death ."
"What the shit , what rubbish are you saying " is said . This type of punishment is quiet new to me .
"Not saying any rubbish " she said " your , such an extreme depression can kill you any day ."
"His eyes had those feelings , which I had gone through , when I was seeing my family being killed infront of me . He has lost someone special like I had , 3 years ago ."

"That does't mean that you will curse yourself for that " she said , pacifying her intensity .
"Then . Why is he trying to kill me ? " I shouted . Her pacified voice had a reverse affect on me .
"Do you think that we have came here just to guess the reason rather than knowing it ." She said and her words were really having sense .
And with this , we rung the bell .
An old lady opened the door and she was nikhil's mother .
"Oh fardeen,How have you been and why are you in wheelchair ? any accident ."
She said .
She was smiling , this shows that she is unaware of her son's condition but I don't think , that I should hide it from her .
"Aunty , we wanted to inform you something " swati said . She had also noticed her unawareness .
"What , son " she said . And she also noticed something  . Our words didn't say something but our voice said .
"That your son is behind the bars" a voice approached within the sound of an opening door of a jeep . I recognize it , it is that same inspector .
"As I turned back , I saw him walking between the gardens on the either sides . They resemble the same pattern as in the station. But here, the gardens were not half dead like the police station but they were flourishing with happiness .

"What are you saying inspector?" The aunt said . Really , such a shock cannot be accepted normally but I don't want her to know it with that shock .
"Nothing aunty , the inspector is just joking " I lied to neutralize , what she heard .
"But ......." the inspector started saying .
"Psst .... inspector . " I said and was about to ask him to come  to th corner but doing it in front of her will result in things , opposite to my wishes .

"aunty , as i was walking towards my home , someone stabbed me with a knife " i said .

"who ?" she asked .

"nikhil" i said .

And at that word , her eyes were widened and with that shock .

"what are you saying ? " she asked  .

"yes , can you please tell us about him in the last few days ."

"Fardeen , are you from pakistan  "

what ? why is she asking me such questions ? i turned to swati 

and she said " yes aunty, he is . but why ?"

"because , nikhil's brother died in an attack by pakistan , last week ."

"so what?" swati said .

she was unaware of the reason but for me , all questions were answered . I may not be the reason for those tears in his eyes but my past is . and this past , always puts me back in the same place as i started . 

"Because he thinks that fardeen is  guilty for this " she said .

There is a garden in my head too . like the police station , there is a garden too and the boundries are surrounded by a sea . Where , when the unwatered leaves try to flourish , someone pierces the bricks and the water gets blocked . Again, again and again .

I have never imagined that someday ,i will be the reason for driving someone's mind to a psychopath .