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Down to a lake, surrounded with evergreen trees and heavenly flowers, there appeared two dead bodies, wrapped up with angelic white coffins, as if none cared to bury them except flocks of heavenly angels carrying them in that solitary place. Diverse butterflies with elegant colours, crows and rooks with tears in eyes, and fresh gentle breeze with its sober and solemn attitude were taking care of them, guarding them, and expressing condolences towards them. Amidst that silent mourning of the morning, no human being was required to be there to look after those insignificant burdens of the society. Three crows next to the heads, three rooks back to their feet, all butterflies lining up both sides, and the soothing breeze over them had been protecting them from any type of unexpected dangers. One of the crows untied their wrapped white clothes to open their faces. Another walked towards the bank of the lake, grabbed a bit of water within its beak, and splashed on their faces. Every half an hour they had been trying that by turns. However, till the late afternoon they remained as quiet as dead plants. I was taken there along with them, but was made to sit down away from them and was instructed not to approach them until the evening.

I had been waiting with a full of lamented, joyful, hopeful, and a patient soul since my arrival over here. As the daylight was getting blurry, I could barely recognise their faces and the protectors around. When darkness started covering the lake view and the horizon, I was about to get suffocated due to overwhelmed fear and despair.

While I was diving deep into that state of mind, clouds over my head moved away and opened the gate of the full moon for me. An oasis of non-harmful serenity filled up my heart to encourage my courage and exuberance so that I could walk towards them to see alive. As soon as I came closer, all the protective soldiers bowed down their heads and opened wings to welcome me. I sat across the right of their faces. I sensed a heavenly smell which I did never experience before. I touched my mum’s face wishing she had got back some sense by that time.

“My son, my love! I know how much passionate you are to get me back in your life. I know how much caring you are when I need to be cared for. I know how much pain in your heart for all of us.”

While listening to her, I gently rubbed another hand on the face of my little pity sister.

“Brother, please get ready for the dinner. Ask mum to wake up. Dad is gonna serve the food very soon.”

Tears dripped down on my cheeks. Grief poured in me in full swing to flood my existence, the way heavy rains cause floods and ruin everything down under. Soundless and harmless thunders stroke my heart. I got tongue-tired.

She continued, “Look after your dad. Never ever get trapped with anything except the way he wants you to grow up.”

All of a sudden, the whole environment turned into downy reddish clouded dawn. Eight people, like whom I had never seen any human being before, appeared there.

“Dear boy, we need to carry them to the unknown world. They will be safe in our hands.”

I got horrified again. “How can I lose them again? Just now, I got them alive. No. No……..” I shouted.

One of the police officers poked my tummy with the rifle bayonet and asked me to “shut up”. On top of the grief of real loss and the real like dream, I burst into cry in and out.

I saw lighting and shops around. They stopped for a while. Some tiny light bulbs were twinkling inside the vehicle. Sooner I became terribly hungry. I looked at them with my innocent-harmful-hunger-looking eyes and meant to provide me some food to survive if possible. Instead they laughed at me, misbehaved with me, and pointed at me to look at some street dogs as if I could will to share some food with them. I denied nodding my head. I just wished if I could get at least the freedom and rights like the street animals to get some humanitarian help.