I was feeling a pressure in my belly.
And a injected pin in my hand as I opened my eyes .
It didn't took me much time to realize that I am in hospital .
My hands were attached to the tube of glucose and when I waved my hand around my belly , I felt pure cotton .

I pressed my hands against the white but dirty bedsheet in a way to change to change to sitting position.
"Ah , what's this pain " I cried as I felt the ache in my belly .
"Oh , don't get up " saying that a nurse ran inside the white room " you need to have bed rest till you recover " .

"Oh , what happened to me ? " I enquired to the nurse .
"You were wounded with a big patch of red on your shirt . I don't know much ? " she replied .
As she said it , the incident of the knife peirced into my flesh and the red blood came to my mind .
"Ah ah yes " I said " But where is swati ? " I asked
"Who swati ? " the nurse asked "yes , a lady was there who brought you here . are you talking about her ?"

"May be " I replied .
"She has gone to the medical store to bring you some medicines ." she said " OK , don't get up from that bed . I have to check other patients too "
Saying that , she went away .
And now I was alone in this room .

"Who was that . why will anyone try to kill me ? I have not done anything wrong to anyone . Then , why is this happening to me ." I said to myself .
"No one wants me here . whoever has done this , has surely did it in the name of revenge . what for , I don't know . And he will kill me "
At that very word , a knife appeared before me out of nowhere .

"He ......he......" I was unable to shout as the knife was too close to me and I was able to see blood on it . the fear was running down my nerves .
And finally I cried "help "
No one was there to hear my words but I cried again "help "
And then I heard the door opening .
But my eyes were unable to move , being fixed to the knife.
"Fardeen , fardeen . " I heard the words and it was swati's voice .

"He will kill me . he is not going to leave me alive . " I cried and a type of struggling to move away from the knife .
"Fardeen , calm down " I heard .
"This knife here , its going to kill me" I cried .
"There is no knife here . its your imagination . "
"No , its here " I said unable to shift my eyeballs .
"Close your eyes fardeen " I heard but my brain was not letting me to do that .
"I can't do that " I cried again .
The knife was staring at me as if with hidden eyes.
At that , darkness prevailed infront of my eyes .
"What's it " I said when I realized a palm under my forehead .
And then the brightness returned when swati removed her hand letting me see the white wall in front of me .
And the knife went back to the unknown where it came from.

I felt someone grabbing my hands and as I shifted glance to her face , I saw the face of swati and in a second , my fear turned to zero .

"Thanks . my imagination was never so heavy on me before ."
"Your imagination is crossing all the limits of your brain .
And by the way , why are you telling thanks to me ?"
"Oh sorry " I said .
"Sorry ?" She exclaimed .
"Aaa , I know the dialogue " I said . "In friendship , neither sorry , nor thank you " we both said in unity .
And at this, we started laughing .

But I wanted to ask a question.
No , not the question of trusting on me or that child in the NGO but of the man who has made such sort imagination out of me .
I didn't want to spoil such an happy environment but you all know my curiosity .
And I also know that swati is making me laugh only to heal my physical wounds . but what about the wounds , which have formed here above my eyes . they will be cured only by the answer to the question .

"Who was that man " I asked but she had not finished laughing yet .
"Ahhh. h ". Clearing her throat , she said " hmm . Very sad to say it "
"Why sad ? Who was he " I said . I was really confused . the man who attempted to kill me , what is sad in it ?

"Someone from Just Buy . he was wearing a shirt of their office . but I was unable to see her face as he was wearing a mask to hide it ."
"Will he escape without coming into notice ? What the ...."
"No " she said " I have reported it to police . that man has also left that knife at the scene don't worry about it . "
I was not worried about that but the thing that was worrying me was the fact of him being a just buy employee . why will anyone from there have any enemity with a simple employee as me . I had worked there not more than a month .
"Why will anyone from there try to do it " I said " what have I done wrong ."
"Only time can say " she said while looking at the floor paved with black .
"Stranger , I am " I said with a sigh .
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Some strangers are there to help the strangers smile . some are there to give advise . but some are there to force others cry .

They all are strangers
Swati
Mr.Dravid
Fakir
The man , the police is looking for .
But they have a difference .
We believe that there is a strange connection between all these strangers . they all have a purpose in life . some help , some advise ,and some hurt .

But the ring of the word 'stranger' remains common .
We all are one . our souls have the same origin and the same end . we all are the part of the universal soul or the parmatma . Then why we divide it by this word . Such a word had taken a permanent place within fardeen . And even if it seems clear to you but fardeen is not .
His life has suffered such conditions that the word has controlled all his free livelihood .

#Flash back ...

"No , plz . have some sympathy ? We are commoners . what harm can we do to you ?" Fardeen's Abba requested that black Arab man with a black cloth around his head and with those long range weapons in their hand .

"What do you think ? We want to kill you because we fear you ? " he said and his voice was as hard as black diamond . " Ha Ha Ha . "

"Then, why do you do this ? " Fardeen asked and there was courage in his voice
The courage definitely comes especially when you are seeing your father , mother and sister under the mouth of a gun .

"Hey, you shut up " the man replied replied " you little canker . how dare you speak like that to me " .

Very little light was coming from the city in the dead of the night and that light was the only light in this dead(where very less people pass ) portion of our small town .

There were broken pieces of glass bottles scattered around and rags of clothes .
It was the place where people used by the old persons to have a silence
Time in life .
But They may never have imagined that such terror and torture will ever take place in that place .

"Now see it " he said and tightened his grip over the pistol he was holding .
Fardeen heard the click sound of the pistol when that man put his finger on the trigger and as he applied some force ,
Dishoom .......
Fardeen lost his father .
And with it ,the man was able to see a drop of water rolling down the chicks of fardeen from his eyes which has turned red .
And if you were there , you could be able to see the pain and all the memories of his father inside the black of his pupil .

"hahahaha .. started crying ? there is much more left " he said as that pain has no value in front of these demons .

Saying this he lifted his hand and pointed towards another one and in a a thousandth of a second with a loud bang in the ears , fardeen became an orphan .

"nooooooo" fardeen cried . His eyes were closed as he was unable to see the tragic slaughtering of his own family infront of his eyes .
The tears in from his eyes were not giving up their ability and nor the face of masked terror , who were doing this .
"Ah..aha.ahhah" was the sound filling the silence of the area and that was the sound of a young man who has been thrown off from the love and memories of all his 20 years of survival in this land where the life has given him love and hate simultaneously .
All his moments he had
"Now , who's turn ? " the man in black asked but it seemed more like deciding the fate himself .

"Plz , kill me ah.aha . I don't want to live in this wo..ah.rld with people like you and without my family . But plz , leave my sister alone ah . she has nothing to do with this all things ...hah . ." fardeen said and his words are also filled with the water , which he had flowed in the grief of his parent's death .
May be , everyone is not lucky enough to bury his parents in a grave .

"Oh , so deep love between the brother and sister " he said as a joke between such sentimental conditions .
"Sweetheart , its time to sleep " he said and pointed the gun on her head .
The little girl, who has never experienced such a tragedy in her 16 years of life was crying but no voice was able escape the tight rope tied around her mouth and the rest of her body .
Her skin had turned red with tight rope .

But the man was not shooting at him. Perhaps , he was feeling a bit sympathy towards the girl . No one can ignore a little bit of humanity still left inside a demon but then he remembered his responsbilities towards his community and pressed the trigger with his eyes closed .
And in front of the lifeless eyes of all his family , was fardeen , Left and was already dead with all this disasters .
"Now , I should answer your question before taking your life too"
The man said with his angry eyes popping out of the small holes on the black turban .
"I have done this because your brother told me to do so ." he said and it hit fardeen just like a bullet shot right over his head .
"Kill me " fardeen cried as no one was left of him in the life .
"No Mister, people like you have special treatment " he said and took out a big trunk from his car parked just beside the dead body of his father .
It was much big enough have fardeen fit inside it and the man was thinking it too .

#back to hospital .

Swati brought tiffin from the hospital canteen and we were eating it together in the room when the door opened and was opened by a police inspector . he was wearing a round cap on his head and carrying a crumbled piece of paper on his hands .

"what happened inspector ?" swati said , standing from her seat and towards the door .

the inspector replied "ah we asked the locals and they said that they saw a man running like a mad from the crime scene . through the help of the locals and a sketch artist , we have created a sketch of the man ." and showed swati the crumbled piece of paper and unwrapped it infront of her .

But ,seeing it swati's eyes were left wide open and her hand raised to cover her opened mouth .
she took the paper from the inspector's hand and showed it to me .
The face was familiar and I can recognize him . But is he the one did that ? He was so friendly with us when we visited him in the call centre . But , was the friendly shine on his eyes fake ?
Nikhil mehta ! But why ?
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