𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love makes you do things you never intended to do, but it's distinct when you hold hands and promise to behold each oth...
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It's been three days since I last visited this place, I keep my notebook on the interrogation room's desk. Yes, I am back to meet Prisoner No. 704. After only one encounter with him, I am already hating him. Hell to him! If it weren't for my university assignment, I wouldn't come here ever again.
For the past three days, my life has been anything but fine. After I asked Dixit to dig into 704's personal information, I wasn't expecting to get anything else. No, I still don't know his name or anything specific about him. It's like his whole past is a complete mystery. Dixit could only collect information about him inside this prison with his father's help.
But that's not what has kept me awake; rather, it's the fact that he is involved in my case... the case of mine that occurred four years ago. He is involved in that.
The door opened in front of me, and as usual, he was all caged with chains and cuffs. The guards brought him in and took the black cloth off his face as he took his seat opposite me.
"Don't remove the glass," I notified the guards before they pulled the glass barrier between us. I am never removing the glass. I love my precious life. The guards nodded as they all left, leaving the whole room alone with just the two of us.
"Are you prepared to answer my question?" I asked him in a somewhat harsh tone as I looked at his hands. He was again wearing gloves. "I am," he replied, his voice steady.
"So-my first question is..." My voice stopped, and I sighed in frustration. I can't let out a single word any further.
Hell, to my assignment, I don't want to do any of it. I don't want to interrogate him about my assignment but rather something else. I want to ask him why the hell his name was involved in my case back four years ago.
"If not by words, you can write. If not by voice, then by pen only. I will answer by writing if you don't want to speak with me," he said in his calm way. His voice is, no doubt, deep but with a hint of calmness and weight in it. "I appreciate it," I answered as I wrote down the question, but my hand stopped when I was about to pass him the paper.
Shit! The glass barrier.
I looked at him, and he was already looking at me. "I won't hurt you," he uttered, more like a whisper. I didn't say anything as I looked back at my notebook. Won't hurt he said but how can I trust him? What if he became violent? But I can't pass him the notebook if we don't remove the glass barrier between us.
"How can I trust you? Remind you, I am a normal civilian, and you are a criminal."
"I am a human too," he said. "Yes, a human who kills people, right?" I asked, and there was a huge dot of silence in the whole room before he spoke.
"Insaan agar insaaniyat bhool jaye toh kya us insaan ko insaan kehte hain? Aur kya jo jaan lete hain unhein jeene ka haq hai?"
{ "If a person forgets humanity, can they still be called human? And do those who take lives have the right to live?" }
