He was sitting red eyed on a bench when almost every student from the department had left for homes and hostel except a few including me. I felt he was waiting for the bus according to time shedule. I looked at time and it was short five minutes from arrival of the bus. I sought curiosity in his behavior. I headed towards him and asked what's happened brother? Have you any work to do ? Aren't you going to get this bus? He replied, "No". I hadn't heard his voice before that's why I tried to talk to him. He was trying to evade my every question. He had a torn bag ,with loose zipper, in his lap. He was wearing simple uniform ( Shalwar Qameez) not formal pent shirt. He tried to get up and go to another corner of the plot. He had something in his throat to spit out and actually it was reality of our society. I requested him to sit and discuss what the matter is actually. He sat down with me and with a heavy cold sigh told me that someone had stolen his Cellphone while he was out for buying Samosa for breakfast. He had to call to his cousin who had to come to pick him up from the department. He told me that he had no smart phone. He had just keypad cellphone. I felt his mild sobbings as someone had wept on the condition of the society. He belonged to poor family but he was so competent to get admission on open merit. #Yasmin Image Credit: https://www.purdueglobal.edu/blog/student-life/college-students-guide-to-depression/
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