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It was three days back..i woke up with the severe headache,was having hunches that the day smelled un-right.My tummy started to growl. and i made a purge.I wanted to go and buy a drink too gravely enough,couldn't make few steps while i called up the servant to buy me a "mixed fruit juice".At our doorstep,he was ready to mount with his new bike to the "bazaar" while i popped up and asked for the little good turn of going to the nearby shop which was just too close in the same block ..he was too willingly to go..leaving his bike under my eyes..

I was upstairs..while i could see the vision too clearly..i waited for his arrival...seeking down at the doorstep..i noticed...his bike...It was too tidy and cute red..I wondered,how such a simple thing it could be for us..while another could heavenly depend on it..so i was to make sure..its under my eyes..

Appeared a man at the doorstep..drunken..his eyes like swelled..had a little beard..his trousers little higher than ordinary..He greeted with his ugly,evil smiling face asking whether there's any islander in the house..I stared downstairs to the man,I was too sure that he was searching for no one..while my eyes fluttered over the picture of the little background which he was hiding..the background wasn't as still as it was..to my disbelief,there was a guy moving so silently that may have not caught my attention...it hit in my head for once where the guy would destine next..

I abruptly ran downstairs..to the guy..which had the thirst of another's object for their living..but all in sudden..i was taken back...trapped...coapt by the ugly man..his arms were hefty..like as if hev lived 30 years..he smelled like hell fire..maybe that was the reason,i hardly breath..but i sought my voice shrilled..knowing that no one might hear at the very early morning..found my hand so tightened upon his chest that gave me the ability to shove him off to the thud of my strength..he abacked...the picture was seen too clearly again..The guy i saw on the background...was on the bike..riding 4 feet gone..i scolded..he curled his head..as if like his curly hair was nothing compared to it..,and then he suddenly rushed towards his thirst and escaped...i found nothing that could stop him..helpless i was...in front of the young and the old..

I had nothing to offer when the servant came to the scene..than the guilt of disability for the unkind human nature.. frustration for the great dislike..and for the grieve of an understandment of the cruelty i had to go through..