The
sun shining with its full luminescense glowing the corners of the
world but the hearts of many still choosed to stay in the darkness.As
the scorching heat of the sun reached its full intensity at noon,the
office hours witnessed a lunch.The lunch hours lasted for half an
hour.An hour of silence and peace and today,with Emma around ,it was
going to be a lunch of all times.
Patrick
choosed the seat in the corner of the lunch room.The metal benches
soon got occupied with all types of butts from different nations.The
white and the blacks with brown and the yellow were soon sharing the
common table.The place would have beared the look of a UN peace
conference only if the legs of the members were not entangled in
metal chains.”Commit a mistake and you will go to jail”,these
voices kept ringing in his ears all the time he lookeed around the
place searching for beloved ones.”Jail!Even if I go ,I will go to a
five-star jail”,he would said arrogantly.”Then,you have to be an
international criminal”,ironically these alarming lines proved as
a motivation for Patrick in commiting crimes in his career of eleven
evil years.He landed in this famous jail for fugitives in Illionis
for his last crime he committed.A crime which was unaccceptable by
the laws of any land in the living world.He did'nt killed
anyone.Niether he looted anyone,nor he gave hateful speeches to
enrage the masses.He was no political leader nor a godfather or
anything near to godfather.
The
office-hours in jail have been always a resting time for the convicts
providing them with the opportunity to know each other and share
their old-memoirs because new ones were too harsh and painful to
remember.Time was running fast.He has'nt started eating yet.The crowd
was growing fast in numbers and none of the officials have called him
yet in the meeting room.The meeting time was next to lunch,”Emma
might have forgotten”,Patrick thought or ,”Was the jailor
enjoying his situation?”. The jail consisted of all kind of evil
people.Was she treated well outside or Was someone hurting her with
words ,his mind was working hard to think positive for Emma.
The
lunch hours passed and still no call from outside.Emma must have forgotten,he thought.Fours hours passed in isolation and dead silence
of his cell which has the occupancy of a single convict.Finally,the
hour came by,he was called by the Jailor.Patrick was confused and
apprehended of the time at which he was called.”Did something
happened to Emma?”,he thought.Fear could be seen in his eyes and
his heart beat increased with each foot steps.Patrick!
Patrick!”,shouted the jailor.”Here is a parcel for you”.According
to the jail-rules,the parcel brought for convicts should be open
infront of the jailor.
In
no time,the expressions changed from fear to joy.He toook the
parcel.Though his hands were trembling,his heart was still.His feet
firm and posture stout. He closed his eyes and thought of Emma and
,Boom!
A
sheer silence covered the jail.The inmates were shocked.A bomb blast
has occured in the jailor room.Their was a dead silence all around
.The heart which has choosen to live in darknes was trying hard to
look the brightness outside in the form of Emma.Emma,his daughter who
died in the bomb explosion.A bomb-explosion planned by Patrick.
Many
inmates in the jail were thanking Patrick who died a death which was
a safe excuse to meet Emma.A silent excuse...
