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On the Receiving End

by Md Atique Ullah
Suddenly, he sighted two figures: one fair and another could not be contrasted in the scml-darkness. running towards him carrying a sack. He knew at once who they were. He prepared himself both mentally and physically to catch them. Soon they were near him.
Just then, out of the blue, they thrust a sack on his arm and ran past him and soon vanished out of sight , Before he could assimilate the situation, he was running after them too. clutching the sack in his arm. But he was not a good runner — his legs ached during vigorous activity. Unluckily, his trailing the thieves seemed fruitless for he was running after nothing but into darkness.
Just when he was thinking whether he should run any further. he heard the mighty cries of the crowd who were quite at a respectable distance by now.
He felt happy seeing them and he mentally prepared what he would say to the owner of the sack when he would return it.
"Here is your property, sir. Completely intact. I am utterly sorry I couldn’t catch the thieves but succeeded in procuring this sack.” He mentally trimmed and tailored his speech.
And if the owner were to offer him any reward he would say. "No. sir. I am not going to take any reward. I am rather humiliated by your offer. It is my duty as a respectable citizen to...." Before he could proceed to finish his speech the crowd had him overpowered. And the owner matching the description the maid had given him with the man In front of him cried, "Catch him. He is the one." Getting the permission from the owner the crowd
got hold of the man and before he could resist or explain them any thing he was being beater up.
People got hold of his arm and twisted it. The owner snatched away the sack and he too gave a mighty kick at the
man's abdomen at which the man gave a cry calling his father arid mother.
He wanted to explain to them that they had mistaken him and uttered a few statements from his prepared speech. But they were inaudible against the screaming and shouting of the excited crowd.
Some people plucked his hair in bunches and some punched him wherever they pleased. A few of them, who were carrying knives and sticks, poked him or pierced him.
The poor man tried desperately to extricate himself from their grip and cried in severe agony. He screamed and shouted and moaned but people were not bothered with it.
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