innovate-issue-005

It was then, I had an idea. I am not proud of it. If you become a father, and find yourself in a similarsituation, you may one day forgive me for what I did.I walked all the way to my Mr. Ghosh’s home. I knocked at the door hard. It was late so everyone wassleeping. I had to knock couple of more times before anyone answered. Mr. Ghosh responded in asleepy agitated tone.“Who’s there?”“It’s me!”“What are you doing here at this hour?” he recognized my voice.“I need your help. Please help. Little Rizu is dying.”He came of the door, clad in his lungi.“What happened?”“I need your help, dada. Please help me. I need 40,000 rupees any how tonight to save him. Please helpme.”“40,000 rupees is not a matter of joke. From where will I get that sum?”“I know, but I don’t know what else to do!”“Come with me.”I followed him to his back yard. He opened the door of his garage and motioned me to enter. Heentered next and closed the door behind me.It was pitch dark inside once the door was closed. The garage had a musty smell like something wasrotting inside.He ignited the kerosene lamp and the little room was bathed in the yellowish golden glow of the lamp.It was a little room filled with oddities and metal pieces.“It is for your help. Please don’t tell this to anyone.” He said and gave a cold metallic thing in myhand.It was a gun.“No, I can’t do it. I can’t!” I began to cry.“It’s your choice, Rizu or your guilt? You will be guilty all the same.”I held the metallic thing in my hands. It was a cheap gun, which was widely known as katta gun andwas used in the Naxal Rebellion. It was imported from Bangladesh via Assam. It was cheap andillegal. But it worked fine. Well how hard it could be to kill a person?The gun glinted in the yellowish glow of the lamp. When I held it in my hands, I felt a kind of powerflowing through my veins.“Thank you!” it was all I could say.