Seated near the table was the suspect, almost breaking into tears. Hands cuffed, he sat there alone looking back at his choices over the years. A dim light swaying slightly moving his shadow past him back and forth. A light creaks near the door and it opened slowly. He could see a left hand holding the knob as the door was still not completely open. It was as though an eternity has passed when a man in the white shirt and black trousers walked in slowly judging the man seated.
The officer, although he didn't introduce himself made himself comfortable, seated, and started filling a form. There was silence filled in the room. As much as their crying souls could be heard by each other.
The suspect didn't raise his sight to the man seated opposite, or at least he didn't have enough courage to do so. His tears ran past greasy cheeks and made way to his dried lips, clenching tight as though words were struggling to be let out.
Finally, the silence broke.
"Why, Pa?", asked the officer raising his head to see the suspect, tears dropping on the form that he had filled already. The clenched fist clearly spoke loud on the emotions he had controlled all this time.
The suspect couldn't hold his breath any longer, not before his son. He broke down in tears relaxing most muscles in his shoulder he had held tight; though muscles in his face experienced a fierce pain as he tried hard to control the flow. He decided to break loose.
"I raised him with too much affection that I had no choice."
"But, Pa.."
"Take care of him, your brother, much as I did. Correct him and make him well-behaved."
"Why did you do this? He deserves here, not you!"
"He needs a second chance. I am guilty, I didn't keep him checked."
"What am I gonna tell Ma, but?"
"Tell her, I love you all. I always have."
The interrogation was over when the officer Mr. Raghav Ravichandran walked out of the room wiping his face and trying to look as bold as he used to be.
