Letter folded again and packed for further use. Boxes arrived to take the things out of there. Mother made tea for everyone. They looked at her while saying thanks. Gratitude shouldn’t be forgotten. Crowd started collecting on the gate of the house. People from slums and other uninvited visitors. Few of them came to know the reason behind this hotchpotch. Everyone was crying for justice and threatening to take law in hands. Some of them were trying to get inside while the policemen were stopping them from doing so to protect the crime scene where the collection was still on-going. They had closed eyes and senses and they just wanted to know about their kids. Police had to use power to control the situation. Crowd got out of hands only because of small carelessness of a man who was loading the boxes. He started looking at the noises and one box slipped from his hand. Difficult to assume how the entire human history would look like without any mistakes. Box contained the dear collection of Deep. Two skulls came out silencing every sound in the whole area for few moments. After that it was difficult to differentiate if it was people asking for their sons and daughters or a whole riot. After half an hour there were burning tires, smoke and a small group of people standing near the wall, where they couldn’t be hit and where they could see the boxes coming out while weeping. Women were hiding behind their men and men were saying things to the police which no one could make out.
Those three kids were returned after medical check up. No signs of sexual activities were found on the body. They were really the gifts. All of them were happy and two of them asked for chocolates because Deep hadn’t been fair to them in distribution. State announced scholarships and awards for them. They become famous in whole country. But not more than Deep. Police couldn’t find out a single photograph of him from anywhere. They had a video but his face was not showing in it.
There were bottles of whiskey in the drawers of the table. It tasted fine. Everyone inside wanted a drink to numb brain cells. Mother looked happy that her son rescued. She was even smiling and talking joyfully from time to time. She didn’t care about herself a little. Nobody could understand why Deep wrote such things about his mother. Such a man could do anything was the only explanation to all the queries. All this seemed like a comic book thing, only there was no one to save the asses. Nothing was left except formalities.
Media somehow reached a few photographs which were found in the basement. These were published with headlines like ‘killer escaped, signs remained’, and ‘humanity shamed’.
Deep was eating noodles while looking at the television and talking to another man whom he had just met. They were talking about the state of law and politics in the country. And the man was chuckling again and again while listening to the news and throwing abuses for whoever had done all this. Deep was trying to comfort him and asked the man about his family. He had a wife and a little daughter. Deep told the man that he too was going to marry soon. Man congratulated him and asked for a peek at the lucky girl. Deep told him that he was shy about such matters.
Ungrateful mother got killed after some days by some revenge seeker. As if Deep didn’t knew about it before. It was good enough for her that Deep was safe. She had always been a good mother. He loved her very much also when he was younger. They used to talk sometimes and play cards. She was good in math as he was good in history. Her husband didn’t like to live with her due to the conflicts. Deep liked his father also. He used to love everyone. Even plants and animals. Even cats and cactus. Mother didn’t like cats and cactus. She liked conflicts and sadness. She liked to find reasons to be sad and there were always one or two or more. She loved Deep but that was not important. Other things are more important when love and food is available. No person is the exception of this rule except god or saints (if there are any). So that was a small biography of how Deep spend his cute childhood. It excluded many important details about his schedule and eating habits during that time. And the first girl he fell for. The person he wanted to become. For the truth stands between the garbage of thinking and doing. Let it be there. Lets move on.