Stories which the walls hear

Prologue(kinda)

Hi, so a new day brings this freshly new story, like literally its the crack of dawn here, the sun is about to rise. 

Here's a well known fact, there aren't as many news reports about crimes in India as there are in some other countries. Here's another fact which is probably not known at all, the crimes happen all the same.

 You know how people talk about safe environment in most Indian schools, yeah, that's complete bullshit. So, if anyone tells you that bullying does not happen here, then take it from a wall which sees everything, it happens. The only difference is that its hidden behind well nursed lies, elder's scoldings, fake laughs and what not. 

So this story is going to take you through a journey of many different people, there is no protagonist and definately not some rigid plot. It's just what the walls hear, because its just like the saying, even the walls have ears.

Disclaimer

1) I have tried to recreate events, locales and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their anonymity in some instances I have changed the names of individuals and places, I may have changed some identifying characteristics and details such as physical properties, occupations and places of residence. Some names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals.

2) All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise.

3) This work is not meant, in any way, to offend or otherwise hurt any group mentioned or omitted in its reading. 

~theloner