The girl got down from the bus.
I looked and saw Zahir smiling with his teeth out.
I joined in the laughter.
Although I can't support Zaheer's behavior from my heart.
But I did not protest.
Because Zaheer is my very close friend.
I got a lot of help from Zaheer for various needs.
If you speak against him, you will lose yourself.
But that day I did not realize - the damage will be more due to not protesting this incident!
A loss that cannot be compensated in any way!
I don't know why I remember that incident 12 years ago.
Actually no special reason is needed.
I often go back to that incident in my mind.
Iss!
If I had protested Zaheer's behavior that day, helped the girl... then maybe...
Samvit returned to the sound of the calling bell.
I came back now.
I got up and opened the door.
The janitor of the house has come, the man is smiling through his teeth.
“Slamalaikum sir.
You called me?"
I said, “Yes!
Why do you say this condition of the new flat?"
The smile disappeared from the porter's face.
"What happened sir?"
"Hey... the electric lines are all broken!"
Annoyance in my voice.
“Fan not turning, lights not turning on, phone not charging!”
"What do you say sir?"
The janitor seemed to have fallen from the sky.
"Didn't the previous tenant check everything after vacating the flat?"
“It seems that the good kiira was not checked...sorry sir..
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