𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore ne...
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The slight yellow light hit the walls of the prison cell. Prisoner No. 704 sat on the cold floor, his back resting against the iron cot, and the Indian Penal Code IPC (now BNS) book lay open beside him-he had already memorized it word for word, but they made him read it every day to make sure he understands that if he took a wrong step wrong consequences is waiting for him. But they don't provide him with the Prisoner's Rights book. That's ban for him.
His prosthetic hand rested on his knee, but his left hand was occupied-cupped gently around a small, scrawny rat nibbling at a piece of roti he had secretly hidden for his dear little guest.
"You are that hungry? Eat slowly." he murmured, watching the creature's tiny paws grasp the roti while its whiskers twitching.
The rat is gray with patches of missing fur. It paused and looked up at him with beady black eyes, as if understanding his words. Prisoner 704 let out a quiet, low laugh, reaching out to nudge and pat its head with his human thumb. It didn't even flinch; it just kept eating, as if it were comfortable with 704's presence and touch.
Six years inside his cell, and only rats visits him. They are his only visitors, hoping to get some food from him. And he never lets their hope die. Not a single rat has ever left his cell with an empty stomach.
The guards always make fun of prisoner 704, saying that the rat and his fate are the same: get caught and be caged in iron cages, then wait to die.
The rat finished its meal and went up his left forearm, starting to sniff at the fabric of his sleeve. 704 remained still, allowing it to move. This was not the first time; over time, the rat had learned that his cell was safe-unlike the other prisoners, 704 didn't try to crush it under his foot or chase it away.
Suddenly, the door rattled as a guard passed outside, and the rat tensed. Prisoner 704 gently tapped the rat's back with his finger. "Go." he whispered. "Before they see you... they might hurt you."
