A story starting with As I walked along the beach I saw him struggling, trying to do his best.....
In about 200 words
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I was walking on the shore when I suddenly heard someone sobbing uncontrollably. I stopped walking and concentrated on the voice. I knew for sure that the voice is familiar to me. I followed the voice which slowly lead me into bushes. I went literally numb on seeing a 60 year old lady sitting with a kitten and sobbing, showing her back. I gathered lots of courage and carefully approached her. On hearing my footsteps she turned back and suddenly stopped sobbing. She started smiling all of a sudden looking right into my eyes.
I literally had a couple of heart beats skipped. I instinctively took my steps back and focused my mobile flash light onto her. She turned around and to my surprise and fear, it was actually a guy dressed as a woman with a very long hair. This was evident from his long beard and thick mustache, something which was already registered in my mind earlier. He was dark and wore a designed shirt on top of a saree giving a weird smile. My body temperature had already reached 103 degree Celsius by then. That person was only few meters away from me. I screamed out loud hoping for help. This made his kitten scare and it jumped over me. Although I lost my senses, I could feel the sharp scratches of the kitten’s paws on my face.
By God’s grace, I somehow managed to open my eyes at a later point and I was bewildered to see myself in a hut the next morning. I asked the owner of that hut, who happened to be a fisherman about my whereabouts. I was briefed that they found me in the beach early in that morning. They also handed me an empty beer bottle in which there laid a rolled piece of paper that they claimed to be beside my unconscious body.
I opened that paper carefully and it was actually a letter in Bengali that read–
”Dear friend, I was the only one who struggled for the justice of my daughter who succumbed to injuries as a victim of ragging. I was the one who was briefed of her humiliation from her cruel seniors by her friends. I was the only one who loved her incessantly to the core. I was that incapable middle class father who was unable to vouch for my loved one in front of the judiciary. I was that foolish old father who couldn’t voice out my sorrow and found the solace of vengeance in my death. Lastly, I am the discontented soul seeking the help of humans for the justice of my departed daughter.”
I then realized that the voice I heard last night was that of my dearest friend’s daughter who lost her life battling against the odds that she faced in the form of ragging a couple of years ago and the designed shirt which came into sight last night was that of my friend’s. I ran towards the shore from the hut in order to find the old woman, but in vain. To my astonishment, there were no any bushes as well. But I could find a kitten from a distance running towards me in hope of patronage.