Boy, I Can Hear You

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It started raining.

I ran under a shade to save myself from getting damp, specially to save my bag. There was a thing which was very precious to a person. Aunt Ray gave me that thing. I must keep it in care. And also I always hated rain so much I don't know why.

I was looking at the empty street. Many thoughts and convictions were coming through my mind. This was the first time when I almost became speechless. All I could think about was Kabir and his story.

He was living a very tough miserable life that we couldn't even imagine. Repeatedly bulling by others, having no friends, keeping himself lock in his room were no easy.

"He used to be teased at school because of his silence after that accident. He brought himself into fighting with them and ended up crying. We thought it wouldn't repeat when he would start going college. But we were wrong." Aunt Ray took a break, then started again, "Changing college didn't help us too. Then he enrolled into your college. He didn't tell me anything, but I know he has been humiliated here too."

I didn't know why but I felt guilty. I remembered the first day. Nick was making fun of him. That jerk!!

"He has decided he wouldn't react to anything anymore. Just ignore...everything and everyone. He is becoming a feelingsless, heartless robot day by day. I...I have lost my son...his affection..his sweetness..everything."

Her words were buzzing into my head. I felt so depressed. My vision became blur becuase of my tears. I wiped them off quickly and got back into the real world.

Rain has stopped. I stepped onto the road and started walking to my home with a heavy heart.

At home, 2:00 A.M~~

After thinking a lot, I came to a conclusion. I prepared myself for a new and very important mission.

"Making Kabir smile".

Next day at college~~

"Pass it, dude." 

Kabir looked at Rocky sternly and then his gaze had turned to the ball right beside his feet. 

The rest of us were standing in a distance and watching them. I crossed my fingers. Please Kabir! Make a move...please...

It was our plan to get Kabir back to his normal self. I knew he loved to play football a lot. So, if, anyhow, we could make him play it again, may be...just may be....he would come out from the depression he was suffering from.

Rocky played football everyday. So, he was the one who could do this. But as always that stupid useless Rocky refused to take responsibility. It was hard to convince him.

"I can't do that." Rocky continued shoving french fries in his mouth.

"But why?" I asked.

Lola wiped some tears from her cheek and said, "You are so heartless, Rocky. Don't you feel bad for him? Uh..uh... poor Kabir."

Rocky sighed and said, "look. I want to help him too. But he is.... I mean he is so weird. I can get the fact that he can't speak. But at least he could express something... some feelings or anything. And also he doesn't even want to listen to anyone. How can I him to play football?"

Though he was right, but we shouldn't give up. I promised Aunt Ray and myself too that I would make Kabir smile.

"Okay I will." After a lot of tug of war at last he gave in.

So we were all now at playground behind the college building.

After few seconds of silence, instead of hitting the ball Kabir sifted  few meters away from the ball.