That there was no greater pain for this child than to be humiliated in this way. He was accused of theft in the market.k

It is not known who struck the first slap. It is not even known whose venomous words were the first to tear apart existence, but this is known

That there was no greater pain for this child than to be humiliated in this way. He was accused of theft in the market.

He was seen leaving a shop, where the shopkeeper was not present, carrying a perfume and a watch. No one asked him for an explanation, did not give him a chance to clean up, but everyone accused him of theft and caught him. And then as soon as they caught it, everyone started remembering the old things they had lost from their shops.

Then, without finding any evidence, everyone accused him of stealing the missing items from their respective shops. Because it is difficult to accuse, it is difficult to prove the accusation, but here it is enough to just accuse, there is no need to prove. All the young and old people actively participated in the beating of this child in the crowded bazaar.

The police were called, the little boy was taken to the police station like a habitual criminal. His collar was in someone's hand, and the hem of his shirt was in someone's hand. Everyone was shouting at him. Humiliation was also increasing with increasing accusations. But no one cared what the child was going through, or how much this whole scene would affect the child's future life. Everyone was just a part of the spectacle and actively participating in the spectacle.

When the child's father came to the police station, each accuser was promised to compensate him for all his losses. Didn't ask for any proof just tried to get rid of them. After taking everyone's vows, he got rid of those people and the police, bowed his head and took his son with him. When the show was over, everyone went to their homes. Everyone's chests were tight, heads were high with pride that we had accomplished a great feat. The day passed, the evening fell and everyone fell asleep in their beds.

But who would have thought of the child who was humiliated in the crowded market, who was beaten in public. When everyone was holding their heads high with pride, who cared about those who left with their heads bowed in shame? Everyone slept but how could that child sleep

He knew that he would have to endure this humiliation for the rest of his life, this scar would always be a stain on his forehead. My parents will keep their eyes on me because of me. How would that child sleep on the bed? How can anyone estimate the pain this child must have spent that long night?

In the morning, the mother calls for breakfast, but the child has outgrown the need for breakfast. He leaves the house instead of having breakfast. Mother comes back making noises. The child climbs on the river bridge. The mother is making noises, but the child has to wash off the dirt on his body. He jumps off the bridge into the river and looks back at his mother,

 Farewell waves and no more respite. His body sinks in the icy water of the river. The mother runs to her son screaming, her son is dying before her eyes, waving at him but he doesn't save him.