The Binding String

T H R E E

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BACK IN THE MORNING
DELHI UNIVERSITY CAMPUS
PROFESSOR ISHITA BHALLA CABIN
11.00 AM

"Hey professor good morning."

"Good morning Sulekha Mam. Please have a seat." Ishita welcomed her fellow colleague Sulekha Bhatt, professor of Human Rights. Ishita wholeheartedly welcomed the senior professor, glad with the fact that the conversation will surely work as distraction. As they begun there conversation with a cup of ginger tea the newspaper kept near professor Sulekha drew her attention.

"What is this newspaper about? Anything specific?"

"Oh yes! We are going to do protest. So I want you to join us. Since you're an active member of our university so we wish you to support us this time as well." The smile from her face vanished hearing the invitation to take part in the protests. Those were the days when she used to take part in marches, when taking candle marches for social welfares was a part of passion and incident was enough to fade out those passion. And now just memories left.

"But why?" Ishita asked in monotonous tone, to hint her about her unavailability for the upcoming protest.

"The Child care shelters are started to become unsafe for the kids nowadays, the growing issue of sexual harressments within minor girls are increasing day by day. And most of the cases are registered from the government owned NGO's. Our department decided to show protest for it, would you like to join us?"

Before the professor can complete her words Ishita snatched the newspaper from her hold and her eyes started to scan the each and every word published in newspaper. She almost find difficult to breath as the words started to rotate in her mind.

Supriya we need to meet.....it's urgent.

"Ishita Akka met me for second time and we drafted new papers."

Surpiya concluded her words with a serene smile, "and Raman Sir? What made him change his decision?" Supriya questioned looking at Neil who was smiling looking at her.

"The one hour car ride."

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A SLOW CAR RIDE FROM PSR HEAD OFFICE TO FAMILY COURT PREMISES.

After finalising the papers, Raman Bhalla along his lawyer Neil Pathak started another journey from PSR Globals Headquarters to the building of Family Court. The traffic was at peak in afternoon and hence their BMW moved with snail like speed on the busy roads of Delhi.

"Ramesh what happened? What is this ruckus about?" Raman shut his mac book and rolled down the mirrors, there was a long jam of cars on the road and from the distance the barricades were visible. He rolled up the mirror with irritation and looked at Neil who was still working on papers.