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I must do it. I must talk to him. I know where I can find him. But let me first try his home. No, not home, his mother would be sitting there in her black maxi waiting for someone to pour her grief on. Her husband died only last month. Died is a respectable version of suicide. Raghav was a good man, no point calling a dead man names. Above all, it was not his fault that people trusted him with their hard earned savings for better returns. It was their greed and his over ambitious plans. But that for later. For now let me find him.
He is a good boy in bad company. Raghav had high hopes of him. He is the only son. With little help and counselling he will be back on tracks. It happens in bad times. Failure of his father's badly thought out project followed by humiliations by his own friends and then death, confused his mental faculties. He has taken to drugs and fallen into bad company. In the process had sold his mothers ornaments and family assets whatever was left of it.
We have laws with flaws. True even God's creation is not flawless. Perfection can allude anybody. Law makers always keep some loopholes, just in case one of their own is afflicted and needs a way out. Lawyers add spice to the dish, that is what they are trained for.
Raghav was a family friend. A born businessman with great ideas, which appeared promising in the beginning but fatal in the end. That does not take ingenuity from him. A rotten apple is always fresh in the beginning. He was not greedy for himself. He wanted to help. Speculating is not a crime, is it? He failed himself and he failed who trusted him. That's not a crime. The finishing line can be bewitching.
He mostly lingers in the community park. He is not here either. But then he is a druggist! I will have to explore more hideouts. I must reach him. It is not too late. His mother needs him. He needs himself. We, his father's friends need him. He can be the savior. He should be the savior. Each one of can be a savior. Need not wait for the ultimate savior, the incarnation. That takes a long , very long time.
But hold on, why am I getting so generous? It is his or his mother's problem. I am already tired. In any case what is the guarantee he will listen to me? Why should he? I was a mute spectator when his father was writing his future. I knew it was dark yet I didn't stop him. He fell down and I was watching. I didn't even report for fear of accomplice.
But he doesn't know it. He was not there. He need not trust me. I have a duty to perform. The government is useless. Elections come and go and we elect the same rouges with different names and faces. In such difficult times, the government must help the mother in the mourning. But no, they have more important issues to solve. What can be more important that the tragedy that has fallen on this family.
This damn scooter is again cracking. Every second day it is at the mechanic shop. It's old but not that old. People have decades old scooter and cycles in perfect running condition. All cheats.
I must do it. I must talk to him. I know where I can find him. But let me first try his home. No, not home, his mother would be sitting there in her black maxi waiting for someone to pour her grief on. Her husband died only last month. Died is a respectable version of suicide. Raghav was a good man, no point calling a dead man names. Above all, it was not his fault that people trusted him with their hard earned savings for better returns. It was their greed and his over ambitious plans. But that for later. For now let me find him.
He is a good boy in bad company. Raghav had high hopes of him. He is the only son. With little help and counselling he will be back on tracks. It happens in bad times. Failure of his father's badly thought out project followed by humiliations by his own friends and then death, confused his mental faculties. He has taken to drugs and fallen into bad company. In the process had sold his mothers ornaments and family assets whatever was left of it.
We have laws with flaws. True even God's creation is not flawless. Perfection can allude anybody. Law makers always keep some loopholes, just in case one of their own is afflicted and needs a way out. Lawyers add spice to the dish, that is what they are trained for.
Raghav was a family friend. A born businessman with great ideas, which appeared promising in the beginning but fatal in the end. That does not take ingenuity from him. A rotten apple is always fresh in the beginning. He was not greedy for himself. He wanted to help. Speculating is not a crime, is it? He failed himself and he failed who trusted him. That's not a crime. The finishing line can be bewitching.
He mostly lingers in the community park. He is not here either. But then he is a druggist! I will have to explore more hideouts. I must reach him. It is not too late. His mother needs him. He needs himself. We, his father's friends need him. He can be the savior. He should be the savior. Each one of can be a savior. Need not wait for the ultimate savior, the incarnation. That takes a long , very long time.
But hold on, why am I getting so generous? It is his or his mother's problem. I am already tired. In any case what is the guarantee he will listen to me? Why should he? I was a mute spectator when his father was writing his future. I knew it was dark yet I didn't stop him. He fell down and I was watching. I didn't even report for fear of accomplice.
But he doesn't know it. He was not there. He need not trust me. I have a duty to perform. The government is useless. Elections come and go and we elect the same rouges with different names and faces. In such difficult times, the government must help the mother in the mourning. But no, they have more important issues to solve. What can be more important that the tragedy that has fallen on this family.
This damn scooter is again cracking. Every second day it is at the mechanic shop. It's old but not that old. People have decades old scooter and cycles in perfect running condition. All cheats.
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