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Central Jail, India.
A city inside a city. Tall concrete walls surrounded the prison, with razor wire on top. CCTV cameras watched every corner while armed guards stood in the watchtowers.
The day began with the loud whistle of a warden and the sound of iron gates opening. Prisoners slowly stepped out of their cells to start another normal day.
Everyone went to their work. Some stitched police and prison uniforms. Some made wooden furniture. The kitchen workers cooked huge pots of dal. A few old prisoners quietly sat in one corner, weaving cotton rugs for the government
In the open courtyard, the privileged ones gathered.
Prisoner no. 601, stood at the center of the makeshift badminton court, gripping a Yonex racket as if this were some college sports tournament and not a prison. He swung, and the shuttlecock sliced through the morning air, landing neatly on the other side of the net. A burst of laughter and cheers erupted from his side.
Prisoner no. 601 was loved by everyone. Some loved him because he is a friendly person who judge none. Some loved him because they fear to get in the wrong side of a VIP prisoner. Some loved him thinking his father might reduce there sentence because he is the DGP's only son.
Nearby, others prisoner playing carrom. A few men sat cross-legged on the ground, playing chess on a cloth board too.
Most of the prisoners are kept in a group inside a single cell not unless there crime is too harsh or the Jail authorities think they will reveal something they want to keep buried from the outsiders.
Undertrials and convicts with few years of conviction have the freedom to engage in group entertainment and with other Prisoners. VIP ones roam free everywhere without caring about the rules and regulations because rules were not meant for them, never.
And then there was him who was kept away from everyone.
Prisoner no. 704
A broom in his left hand, sweeping the very field where the others are playing. Today, he was assigned for the field cleaning duty. He will feel the sun for 47 mins today. They let him feel the sun for 47 mins thrice a week. But, no rain is allowed for him.
