Before I start this. Let me clear few things. This is a fictional story. i will upload it in parts. This is first part. Now enjoy reading.

It was February, 2013. My whole family was at my cousin brother’s marriage at Ludhiana. I was in my Hostel at Patiala. So, my father sent our driver (of course with car!!) to pick me from my hostel. Due to some reasons, he got late and it was about 10 p.m. when we entered Ludhiana. There were busy roads having fast traffic. When we reached near about Marriage palace, my driver asked me if we could stop at some place for a while. I asked him the reason, he smiled. I got it. He needed to smoke Marlboro classic. I smiled back and he got the signal in acceptance. So, he parked the car road side near one shop. We got down from the car. He moved towards the shop. I preferred to stand on opposite side supporting my butts and back with car. I was watching the fast moving traffic on road. There I saw a lady crossing the road. What took my attention was, out of the blue a fast moving car hit the lady. It made me numb and I closed my eyes for a while. I was watching an accident for the very first time in my life. The lady was in air for a while. Her clothes from the bag she carried scattered all around. The car which hit the lady stopped for a while and then ran away from there. I called my driver to check the lady. He said me to avoid all this as it could put us in any time-wasting-situation. But I couldn’t ignore it. As it was fast moving busy road, very few people gathered there and circled the lady. I too went to the lady. She was crying loudly for help. She seemed young of about 25. Blood was continuously flowing from her head. As all were just seeing her crying out loudly, I moved forward. I put my handkerchief on her head to control the blood if it could. But no, soon, the white handkerchief turn into red one and my hands and shirt became red too. Then I ordered my driver to bring car there, he followed. Few people helped me to put the lady in car. I said my driver to take her to hospital. We soon reached DMC Hospital. Few nurses, ward boys and helpers took the matter seriously. They took the lady to emergency ward. They put her on bed and said us to wait outside. Within few minutes, we could see Doctor entering the ward. My clothes were full of blood. I went to washroom to clean them. I splashed water few times on my shirt but each time it was getting darker. So, I left it as it was and came out. My driver told me that receptionist said him to pay 20,000 at reception. He gave me let’s-run-away look. I ignored him. I thought for a while. I didn’t want to run away. I don’t know why but I wanted to talk to that lady. So, I decided to pay the amount asked by receptionist. Luckily, I have my father’s credit card that day. So, I gave my father’s Credit card to young lady on reception to made payment from it. She swapped it, took my signature and handover me, both the card and receipt displaying withdrawal of 20,000 from my father’s account. Within 5 minutes, I received a call from my father asking about the transaction. I literary abused, bank’s scheme of messaging customer, for any transaction from their account. Then, I told him about this entire scenario. He abused me for wasting such a large amount on any random lady. I ignored him and disconnect his call. I and my driver were sitting outside the emergency hall. We were waiting from last 7 hours. My driver slept on the seat in waiting area there but sleep was nowhere in my eyes. My mind had stopped working and same scene was gyrating in my mind, car hitting the lady… she was flying in the air. She was unknown to me but a different kind of bond was built up in my mind for her. Might be because I have seen such an incident for very first time or for any better reason, I was unknown to that. I wanted to talk to her for once at least. Then, doctor came out of Operation Theater about after long 10 hours operation. I asked him about the lady’s health. He said it may take two or more days for her to able to speak something or to talk to anyone. “I didn’t have much time but I wanted to talk to her” I sad to Doctor. Doctor asked me about my relation with her. I told him the whole scenario. He said me to go home and promised me that he will call me when she will be back into her senses.

So, I and my driver went to palace. Marriage was almost ended. Then, in morning, our whole family went to home and I came to my hostel. But, the whole thing was in flashing in front of eyes. I couldn’t forget anything. Everything was pinching me from deep inside. I could not forget her innocent face.

Two days passed, but there was no news from doctor’s side. I called him asking about the lady. He said me to come over there and said me that she is able to talk. Within hour of our conversation, I found myself in bus to Ludhiana. I met that doctor and said him to take me to the lady. But, to my surprise, he took me to his house. I asked him the reason. He was beating around the bush. Then we reached his home. It was big and beautiful.

There, he told me that lady left the hospital yesterday after paying remaining bills and she took the account number from which 20,000 payment was made. I cursed him for not informing me. Then, he told me that lady had stiches on her head. She was not properly cured. But she wanted to go. She didn’t want to spend time in hospital. So, I let her go and she left the place.

“Did she tell you anything?” I asked.

“No, Nothing important.” He replied with a grin on his face.

“Nothing?” I asked again.

“Yes, nothing I am a doctor. How could she tell me something?”

“She could, if you would have asked her something.”

“What if I did?”

“Then, do tell me.” I said.

“Really, you want to hear?”

“Of course and If not then why I am here?”

“It’s a long story. When I said you to go back, after few hours of this I received a call from reception that the lady came back into senses. I went to check her. I asked her about how she was feeling. She said she is fine. But if she could have asked me the same question I must replied her she was in worst condition. Then I asked her about whom to call and to tell about her condition. She became silent and all l could see was her crying. I tried to console her. I asked her the reason. Then there goes another long story.”

“What it is? Do tell me. I want to hear that too.” I said excitedly.

Then, Doctor took a long breath. I too took a long breath and he began to tell the story.

“It was May of 2008. Everything was well set. Posters were put up on each and every notice board and wall of PANJAB University, Chandigarh. Means, everyone was cognizant that university’s theatre department was going to present a Punjabi play named as ‘ZALIM ZAMANA’ on social evil casteism (social disparity on the basis of caste). Those days, it was one of the colossal social evil in our society. Many love birds had to give up and left their love stories in between only because of this evil and terror of their families and society. Some of them, who were conformist used to suicide by saying ‘IF WE CAN’T LIVE TOGETHER, WE CAN DIE TOGETHER’

This social evil was somehow forcing youth to follow erroneous methods and fallacious paths and to end up their lives in young ages. So, being one of the biggest and known Universities of the time and having up to 15000 students, it was their duty to spread awareness among people. Both, students and their parents were invited for the play so that they (Play Organizers) could make it large and make it reach to masses.

So, the time came and play took place. About 4000 people including children, youth and parents came to watch it.  Though they invite about 40k but there reached only about 4k… yeah! It should be because very few among us are free for some welfare work or for the things which can bring change in the society.

Change is the law of Nature. We usually say this. But how many of us accept changes in first place? This is the question which doesn’t have any satisfactory answer till now.

Continue……

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