A young man was falling down badly climbing the wet tall wall and it was apparent that he tried to cross over the wall to leave the premises. The wanderer walked on to stop the trembling young man and noticed he was nervous and scared. There was no way someone might think he was a thief by his appearance and the wanderer couldn't but help him on to his feet. Before he questioned anything the young man cried,
'Please let me go. Please, I beg you!'
'Yes, I will. But who are you and what are you doing here?'
'The old man inside will beat me if he sees me. Please let me go.' he begged unconditionally.
'Why? What have you done?' the wanderer questioned while guessing the answer.
There was no reply and at the back-door, he noticed the old man's daughter standing and weeping. His guess was right. He wanted to help them as he noticed that the boy belonged to another religion. He felt sad for them and offered sympathy, but nothing beyond. He let the young man go after getting his whereabouts. The young man was thankful and pleaded the wanderer,
'You seem to be a wise man from a big city. Please help us! The old man might listen to you. Please' and he left running in the rain.
The old man's daughter too bowed to him needing help but said nothing and closed the back door, pushing the wanderer back into his ocean of thoughts.
'Wise man, big city', the young man's words echoed in his mind and the wanderer laughed at his big city, at the wisdom of his wise people who surrounded him. It was just obvious that his memory flashed pictures from the past that narrated the same story. The girl he was seeing, her religion that was different, their families' deception, their eloping and so on. The big city didn't really care but the wise men around them questioned and didn't leave them at peace. There were many questions asked everyday, eyebrows raised at them...
'So, where are your wedding pics?'
'How come you never called us for your wedding?'
'Where did you go for your honeymoon?'
'Do your in-laws visit you? Oh! you don't stay with them?'
Even in memories they haunted. He felt sick and for once wanted to stop recollecting everything. But the story that night was not hard to be trashed. It was in front of him, asking for help. His heart was in it, wasn't easy to say no!
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