Epilogue
The sky over Delhi was getting darker and darker with every passing minute. It was the end of April and the days of Summer had begun. The temperature was at its maximum and at this time of the day, people often chose to stay under the roofs of their offices and homes. The air was hot and dry.
But that day was nothing like the rest.
The sun that gazed down on the earth from the western sky was nowhere to be seen.
Heavy clouds from the east had covered the sun, blocking the sunlight. That day even Mother Nature had decided to wear black, maybe as a s of protest. All of a sudden eye blinding flashes of lightning and thunder roared out from behind the dense and heavy clouds.
The sky that day threatened to rain.
There were still two months before the season of monsoon. Even though it was normal to rain in the hot summer. High temperatures for a long time usually lead to a light shower. But that day the way the rain was planning to bomb the city of Delhi was like never before, it was not normal. It was rather scary.
Thousands of feet below the angry clouds were thousands of fuming souls who had come out on the streets of Delhi. Men, women, college students, office workers, and many more were all fighting for the same thing. To them, it didn't matter whether they knew the person standing or walking next to them or not. They had all teamed up for a cause that was common to each one of them---justice! There was only one thing that could be read on the banners and posters that the thousands were holding--- WE WANT JUSTICE!! WE WANT CHANGE!!
All these people had gathered to fight against the old system of a criminal not getting the punishment that he should according to the crime committed.
All they wanted was change.
A change that was never made. But, that day the public had decided that they were not going to move an inch unless the government made some drastic changes in the failed system. A change that could save many of the thousands that commit suicide after not getting the justice that they fought for till their very last breath, just because of lack of evidence.
The police force stood firmly against the protesters in their khaki uniforms but, as the news reporters updated the public every minute, more and more people were gathering outside the Delhi hospital.
The public was out of control and the Rapid Action Force (RAF) had been installed around the hospital. Water cannons and riffles occupied their hands. The law and order machinery was ready to handle the situation at hand. but the public of Delhi was ready to fight anything that came their way even the water cannons.
Soon the heavy sky unleashed its anger as massive drops of rain fell on the ground and on the people who fought for change. Before they knew it the sky was bombing the city of Delhi with horrendous loud cries. Police thought that the heaviness of the rain would force the people to return to their homes.
They were wrong.
Today even the Gods could not separate them.
Every man and woman, every girl and boy stood hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, creating a human chain.
Wet clothes clung tightly to their already wet bodies. Even though they were shivering they tightened the grip of their hands as if they were passing energy to one another through cold hands. Drops of water fell from their noses and chin's, they opened their mouths and widened their nostrils to gasp in as much air as possible.
All major roads were blocked. A curfew was installed to maintain the already out-of-control public. The only people that were allowed through were the news reporters and police vans. By now almost all the police vans in Delhi were standing all around the hospital.
But, far away from all the chaos between the old law and the roaring public, there was another place, a place where a war between life and death was going on.