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unwind with - Ishq Mubarak by Arijit Singh, Ankit Tiwari
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I stood near the water counter of police station, but it felt like I was standing a thousand meters away from him. My feet were glued on the ground, but my heart, it was somewhere inside that cold, rusty rods. Somewhere behind those rusted iron bars where Arjun sat, scared and wronged. I saw him through the iron bars, just a glimpse of his face, pale and tired, with eyes full of fear. The same eyes I had seen since he was a baby. The same boy who once cried his lungs out when he tripped on a stone and scraped his knee. He was only five then, A group of older boys laughed at him for crying so loudly.
I remember, I had marched right up to them, shaking with anger.
“Why are you laughing? What’s so funny?”
I had snapped, placing myself between them and my sobbing brother.
“He is hurt. Would you laugh if it was your own brother?”
They went silent. I turned around and knelt down in front of him.
“It is okay to cry. I am here. Don’t worry.”
That memory hit me now, out of nowhere. And it broke something in me. Because today, I stood there like a failure. I failed to protect him. I was not able to stop the world from mocking him. From blaming him. From putting his name in every news scroll like he was a criminal. All for something he did not do, stealing the state administration exam paper. A charge so serious, it could have destroyed his whole life.
How brutal game life was playing with all of us, with him! He would never cheat, never take shortcuts. He stayed up all night for weeks, working so hard for every exam. I had seen him fall asleep at the table with notes still in his hand. That was not the boy who would steal anything.
