I reached Silchar on 13th July 2012 from my home, just after two days I was supposed to start for Mumbai, but it was 15th of July, I was sleeping... I woke up by my message tone... the message was “Pritam is no more...”, I called back and my friend said that Pritam’s body was found... I didn’t believe. In fact, I and my friend Sandipan were thinking of many possibilities... we thought “ the kidnappers will call Pritam’s home asking for money... or may be those goons had beaten him hard and left somewhere in senseless condition... he will wake up... or may be he has ran away and hiding somewhere... may be he has taken shelter in someone’s house... he will be badly injured... “ and many things like that... better never thought that he has been murdered ! Getting that news I thought, ok I know its not Pritam ! I started for his home and I met his relatives reaching there... they said that his uncle and others have identified Pritam’s body and they are sure... I didn’t cry... I didn’t react... ! I don’t know why everything seemed to me a mere lie ! Reasons said its true but whenever I think of him I can just say, “no no it can’t be... Pritam is full of life... how can he die like that... no no“. Honestly speaking I didn’t have the courage to face his parents. I could not visit their home for a few days. Many times I made my mind to see his mother but whenever I had reached his lane, 'Sripally' I changed my mind! I did not have any words of consolation which I could give to his parents, indeed I could not console myself.
One day I made up my mind and went to Pritam's house. I entered through the door and saw his mother... she hugged me and kissed on my head... It felt like land has moved beneath my feet. Felt like I am in the vacuum... “now what ? what should I tell her ? and how ?” She was not crying. Her eyes were blank. She told me about Pritam’s complains to her that why doesn’t she receive his calls. She was uttering every bit of pritam. I was speechless and sitting like a stone. Pritam’s aunt was sitting in that room. She asked me something but I was unable to get any meaning. I was sitting there for 15 to 20 minutes and I came back without uttering a word ! What I realized is that Pritam’s mother who has lost her only son, has no sense of what is going on - protests, investigations! She is lost somewhere. She is just like a stone now who can only talk about Pritam and nothing else. She doesn’t even understand anything else much. She can talk about where her son used to sleep... sit... walk... !
We know that Pritam was an aspiring scientist... we know that he was too dedicated to Physics, we know he was a brilliant photographer.. we also know that Pritam would go to help a victim of accident in the street... we know what we have lost, but she knows she has lost her son, she will never hear the word “maa” anymore... and that makes us helpless ! May be this country will get many scientists... many photographers... many great human beings but what makes my heart break is the fact that we cannot give her only son back to her... how will she live her rest of the life ?
I request those murderers, those police officials, those co-passengers, those ministers... please come and visit her... see how Pritam’s mother is... ! I believe when those murderers return back even they will commit suicide...
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