Delhi Airport par utarte hi Sufiyan ne India ki mitti ki khushboo mehsoos ki. Lekin jaise hi wo Saharanpur ki bus mein baitha, usey mahol kuch badla-badla laga. Log khamosh the aur sabke hathon mein ek ajeeb sa kala card tha.
"Bhai sahab, ye kala card kya hai?" Sufiyan ne apne barabar wale musafir se pucha.
"Ye Dark Crystal Salon ka membership card hai. Wahan baal katwane ke baad insaan ko duniya ki saari fikar bhool jati hai. Lekin ajeeb baat ye hai ki log apni mehnat aur jazbaat bhi bhoolte ja rahe hain," musafir ne darte huye bataya.
Sufiyan ka dimaag thunka. Ye wahi "Dark System" tha jiska system ne warn kiya tha. Jaise hi wo apne purane salon ke bahar pahuncha, uski aankhein phat gayin. Uska salon poori tarah se tuta hua tha aur uske thik samne ek kanch ki buliding khadi thi jo bilkul kali thi. Uske bahar bade-bade robots khade the jo logon ko andar bula rahe the.
Suhaliya wahan khadi ro rahi thi. "Sufiyan! Tum aa gaye! Dekho inhone kya kiya. Kareem Chacha ne jab inka virodh (protest) kiya, toh inhone unke baalon ke saath-saath unki yaad-daasht (memory) bhi cheen li. Wo ab kisi ko nahi pehchante."
Sufiyan ke hathon mein bijli si daudi. Uski kainchi uske bag ke andar kampne lagi, jaise wo kisi dushman ko dekh kar gusse mein ho.