"By the way , where have you gone so early ?" She asked .
Should I say her ? She will surely go to aurangzeb road to meet aunty and she can know the truth instantly .Yes ,I should say her and what's the benifit in hiding the truth . I was about to say it but
"Lets go to the police station " she said . Thanks god , I had taken the right decision .
"Actually ...." I said . A little nervous to express that .
"I released him " I finally said .
"Released whom " she asked with eyes wide open . As when an owl looks at you in a dark night , thinking, what is that nasty creature made of .
"Fardeen " I said .
"Fardeen ?"she made the question of my answer .
" yes , fardeen " I said " and not only one " .
" and whom else , your bag " she said . Yes , she obviously started laughing after that joke but I was really serious this time .
"Nikhil " I said .
"Nikhil ?" She asked , again making a question of my statement .
Such a small change of tone can make the difference .

"ah , i mean ......... why have you done that "she said .

"he was my friend all the time when he was unaware of my origin and that friendship gave me much much . But i had not done anything then ,  so i did it now " i said . 

"but..but he tried to kill you " she said .

" i just found a way to give his friendship back and as I said you , to make myself free from all this moh maya (responsibilities) .  " i said .

"and what about his attack " she said . volume being increasing with time and being more curious than before . 

"We are no more friends now ." I said and my voice decreasing its volume with each attempt .

"But he has attempted a murder ?  "
She did this time with an extreme loud voice .
I don't know it was the voice or feelings but they were too heavy for my head .
I ,myself was confused regarding that and was unable to find any suitable answer to it .
Was it right or not ?
"No more buts . Just leave the topic . He was just a passerby and I think that intelligent people ignore this "
"Ok ." She said . Trying to control her curiosity regarding this .
"I have found a job near the San park . We will checkout that today . "
Saying this , I showed her that piece from the newspaper .
I don't read newspaper but I has found it on the road side .
Yes I know that we shouldn't pick things from anywhere but you need to compromise some of the rules for some important matters . an example is the one saying that .

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somewhere else , between the dark patches of darkness ,was a ray of light illuminating two faces . one resembling the darkness , another resembling the light . 

the irony was that , th torch bearer was the darkness .

"you did that  ! you ........." the light bearer said .

"saheeb , listen to me , just " the other said .

' shut up , What were you trying to do . Going to that house in the middle of the mission ." saying this , he pulled out a wrench ,out of his pocket and grabbed his  thumb nail with the instrument .

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh ! " a cry was heared in that room . and only those two persons were able to hear it . 

the nail was detached from the body . And the room was made silent after that large cry of a innocent betrayed man .

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"take it " i said , handing the money to that auto-rickshaw driver . He smiled again after taking that money and left . 

Really funny, being laughed at by an auto rickshaw driver .but who can control himself when someone tries to pull your nail out . I mean , in the dreams . i was about half dead , when i woke up , crying like a mad beauty in the rickshaw . a nap in the auto was very costly .

I think , it's a result of my lie which I just told to swati that I am going to search for a job .

but , now i am standing in front of the very old known N.G.O , A word that i was unaware of , before coming to India . it sounds like a tag line here . By the way , i should go inside.
But one thing struck me as i was going to open the glass door .

what am i trying to do ? i was unaware of her existence , when i came here for the first time and now, i am out to find the secrets , she is hiding from me . 

i stood there as a statue with my hands on the door knob , thinking for a moment but then i shook my head , reminding  myself to stop the flow of 'strangerhood' .

'thug ' a jerk to my nose and i fell down , with my hips crashing the ground .

the door just crashed me . 

"oh sorry sorry  , Mr. Jaaved . i didn't see you . i was in a hurry . " said a voice and as i tried to stand back up , i saw Mr. David .
"Good morning " I said , with my hands aiming to shake with another .
"Good morning ,I am in a hurry . So , pls excuse me " he said and rushed outside .

I stood there for a moment , thinking what has just happened and then entered .
Someone in the reception said "yes sir . How can you help you ?" In an extremely sweet voice . I wonder how do these receptionists get such a voice. May be hard work .
"I just wanted to meet  . Is he present "
"Yes sir , pls sit there (pointing at the chairs) " in the same voice .
The voice may be sweet but it, still has no reality in it .

She would have been thinking that why do these shit people come to meet others in NGOs . But they hide it inside . A result of practice and experience can do it .

But , some days ago , swati was saying the same thing . You may be misunderstanding him . Sometimes , the looks are just opposite to the deeds .

Sitting idle in that group of chairs , I was suddenly reminded of that dream . I have never seen such a dream .
  Yesterday only  , I had read about dreams .
"Dreams show you what you have already seen in your life . No new things "

But that dream was different . It showed me a scene of a place . It was and the man bearing the torch , I had never seen him .

"Oh , Mr. fardeen . Nice to meet you " rajiv said . And we both did an handshake .
And then sat down .

"So , what made you come here " he said .
"You know what is the reason "
"Oh , I May be knowing " he said .
"About that child " I said .
"I don't know much about him but yes I can gurantee you that there is a relation between swati and the boy . His name is Aryan . When swath brought him here , she had an blank expression on her face like as if she was trying to hide something from me and the rest of the staff "

"That much " I said . How can a person guarantee something by seeing only the display

"Once I asked her about him but it did nothing better to my investigation but only made her furious on me . "
"Whenever , someone asks of her , she changes the topic  instantly "
"She.said that she found him begging in the street but as per my eye skills , I had found him healthy enough when he was brought here . And who takes a special care of a child . She had brought many children to help them but in this case , it is different "
"And an important thing , I found this yesterday under her desk "
He opened up a crumbled piece of paper in front of me and it something like a letter .

        To,
        Muddassir khan
         Lahore ,
         Pakistan .

        Dear sir ,  
             I wanted to tell you that that I miss you hear . You are the only one left ............
           
"Over " I said " where is the rest of the letter ?"
"I don't know but I know that this is something that I am giving you because I have seen trust in her eyes for you " he said . And after a halt , again said   "This is what I know . People hold many secrets within them now a days "
I had many of my doubts cleared now . I think the correct time has arrived to ask her about it . When she will be well prepared for my question and I would be well prepared to question  her .
"Thank you " I said and was about to leave . when one of his friend came and told
"What were you talking about with that guy " he said .
"Oh , about swati's secrets "
"You and your fantasies " he said .
And that was the time when.It struck me .

"Were all the words that he spoke were a piece of rubbish " I asked myself .
Something told "yes it is " .
Another told "No it is not . You , yourself , are a imaginative being . He is the same "
But a third told "I never tell a lie . That's why , I have not told any rubbish . I have told you , the things necessary .
Because , I can feel that friendship bond between you and swati ."

I felt that the third voice was not my inner self and as I tuned backward , I saw Rajiv speaking to me  .

"I saw you listening to my friend " he said .

Now that's what I needed . But I need.much more courage to ask her about that  .
Let's see what I can find .
But that letter was something in her handwriting .
And a sentence of the priest was ringing near my ears , saying
"boy under armpit , and hypercity noise pollution ".
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Meanwhile in the dark room .
Sound of drops were able to be heard from a broken soul along with a crying sound .
The reality was really painful .

"I wish , I can change the past "
And this he burst out crying . With no one near him .
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