An abandoned iron mill, rusty and humid.
It was decades older than the man who seemed to be walking by it while his foot clanked on the metals, spread across.
But to wonder what was he doing there at dusk? Not even beggars seeked out shelter at such a greasy place.
Prehaps, was it for tranquility?
I wonder if it was his true purpose. For his stay. But to my suprise the purpose is not true enough!
All things in the world were in order, discipline and harmony. There existed no hinderance, wars or communal violence now.
So, why was he seeking "So-called peace"?
He also wondered these questions.
He walked for a while but sometimes stood still in silence, breathed deeply and took small swift steps.
He was indeed anxious and worried, confused and panicked.
Did he commit a crime? And was now roaming around to run away from his judgement?
Absolutely no, criminals don't fear the judgement they fear the unknown, "the punishment".
So, was he an officer from law enforcement itself, was he the law himself.
If So, how did he end up like this?
Maybe, he killed or more appropriately punished someone and now faced the guilt.
Wasn't that his duty?
The duty to maintain justice and defend the poor fellows?
NO!
Midst such dilemma. He saw someone crawl out of big-sewage pipe.
At first, to his perception surroundinds were blurry due to him being drenched in sweat. But upon focusing he saw a teenager.
The teenager was brutally injured, his limbs swelled, face peeled off diagonally upto the chin.
The man alerted, approached the boy as a sign of deep concern.
"Hey Kid, what just happened, you don't look okay" he asked worriedly. But got no reply but deep uttering silence.
"....."
"Come with me"
He walked towards the direction of exit. Thinking that the boy might follow him.
But surprisingly he didn't, he stood silent again and stared at the roof blankly.
"I do no harm" he pursuaded the boy.
"How many fingers do you see" he waved his palms at boy's face Comidically.
But knowing the gravity of situation he understood the circumstances and assignment.
He got hold of his hand, and exited the factory. And drove away with the boy to the hospital.
At the end, the sun settled down and night again was starry. The road was empty and abandoned.