He did not make his future

The office man, assigned to that particular shift moved up the avenue impressively when office hour was finished. Impression was not for the loosened traffic but habitually he felt impression when office hour had been finished because end of the office hour, the burden of work was simply unloaded. He wanted to visit to musical show. The time was barely seven o” clock at night. A gust of chilly wind with the taste of rain emptied the street.
He started to walk, with a n artful movement turning now and then to cast his watchful eye down the peaceful thoroughfare nearby club. With slight arrogant, not carried fright from anybody he made a fine picture.

The vincity that was kept noisy just several minute before became a heart of peace. He now and then kept his watchful eyes to the lights of some half opened lunch counter but vast majority of doors belonged to shops that since had been closed .But when he reached in the midway he slowed down his arrogant movement and stopped his movement keeping his fixed look. In the doorway of darkened and light less grocery shop that was kept closed due to the rainfall, a man leaned, on the dazzling bottle, near to his mouth. The officer, with his gentle move walked to him and spoke with him gently. Asked, “Name.”
“Javed, “said the man smilingly
“Address.”
“on north avenue I live in.”
“OK, thank, you.”
“Share me your bottle.”

The man in the doorway struck a clash on the mouth of bottle putting his shaking finger that was turned into wrinkle was seemed dark in front of the officer. The officer struck match and tried to see the face of the man. The sudden flash of light showed pale, squire jawed face with keen eyes and little white hair are spread on his two eyes brows.

The impression had been growing increase. Liting a match again like a policeman the officer brought his note book that had been kept in his pocket. A camera in red leather had been kept in the pocket of the officer. He, assuringly, picked up photo of that drunkard man who became leaned his mouth on his traditional bear. The officer battered with his pleasant look in front of his sparkled match. His presentation of the next day had been prepared. He looked pleasant over his success that he could clean purges, spread on the society. The leaned man in the doorway of darkened hardware store spoke for him quickly.
“I had not any mood to drink .Such that chilly gusts of wind the taste of rain enforced me to do such.”But officer nothing told and left the spot.

The night density had been worked at when the chilly wind had increased its power to blow over him. .It was roaring and roaring and howling, but the fright predicted by chilly wind and little , little drops of heaven didn’t stop going forward to fill up his destination in search of criminals. He caught his coat tightly. In the last of the way he again slowed down on keeping constant his walk and watched a man who remained quite impossible to understand lied down beside a bar , not being opened eyes. Officer lit a match and in the faint light he could find the man quite known to him but surprise shook his mind filling some disappointment. His closed friend Raman like lost hearted lied down being unknown how the weather of the day around him. Little Little little drops of water to fail to awaken his sense. The drinking wine overshadowed his face when simply wrinkling skin wasted his beauty. Broad lips crushed under by over drinking sheds his loss of the red colour. The officer emptied his creator and wasted the road of the day. He lit out his match and kept on the palm of hand. A pocket camera that was kept by him constant could click with his hand taking a proof who he was.

Again clicking camera he again picked up the photo of the sleepy man. Then he touched his head and sensed him. A sweet feeling of friendship that was kept in the college day had been regained and in the last of the meandering way he had felt how helpless he was. The officer shifted himself quietly from his known friend. It was unfortunate to him that the friend whom fifteen years ago he loved passionately had been forced to enlist his name in his crime diary because as dutiful and loyal citizen he could not break his loyalties of the law. He excelled to cancel his visit to the musical night because of feeling sad. His enticing watch come from his artful eyes was stopped and he decided to return back to home not going forward in search of more criminals. With a paler face with drops of little rain he carried and returned to the home.
The next morning he was to start from the south to make his fortune. It was the south of his dwelling place where he saw a police station. He wanted to show those photos of two men although one of them, was his closed friend with whom he had a sweet relationship once. He dragged out his camera. He thought that it was only the place of earth that could help to clean purges of the society .He walked in slow motion on the midway of the south a church rang out bell and it sounded interestingly. He slowed his and walked to pray.

It was exactly ten” o’clock in the morning, when he reached to the police station .
“After long time you meet with us, “said the police man liting a small lamp. The healthy reason on liting a match was that the morning of that day was quite misty and cloudy. In the darkened morning it was difficult to see anything.
“ That night I met two men ,” said the officer dragging the shutter of the camera .
“Date and time we need.”
“In my note book they are given .”
“Well,”
“It was sad, one of them, one is my friend. Wine darkened his life, “said the officer
“He drank full of ,” the police man said.
“That night, unfortunately brought us to come near each other but breaker of law.”
“Ok, have you proof.”
“Yes. I have photograph s of them.”
“I am going with you. Please.”
The officer and the policeman started to walk on the street, There was a day of fine mist and moist. Cold was difficult to bear. The wind had risen to steady blow. The few foot passengers were in astire hastily in those dismalties silently along with coat collar turned high pocketed hand. At the door of the beetle shop a man who had perhaps come from the thousands miles to keep an appointment with the policeman , waited patiently because in front of unknown way he did n’t clearly understand the way where he could go. The new arrival asked, “show me a path.’
“Start from right, then turns right, “said the police man.
Then they left the place quickly. Two walking men the officer policeman submerged in their over coat. Nothing told, they with each other. No word was sounded from their mouth; only walk in quick leg had been seen. Lines of tensions were clearly seen from their forehead. They reached first at the corner of the road and stood under the shade of the bar and watched carefully a man, with closed eyes including keen black eyes brows, was lying like a dead. The officer and the policeman, for ten minutes , observed him shaking body , tuning body right to left ,left right. His index finger were frozen and became hardened ; body was, like ice, fixed; no movement was in spite of being shifted. The officer put his head on the chest of the man to get a response of his heart beat. But his chest did not sound the response of beat. He was fury and excited in search of pulse, but it was dark fortune that pulse was not found. They understood that the man had died. The policeman nodded his head to respect to death man and put on his hazy cap and the officer got paler that he became failed to make his fortune as his dear friend left for him grieved heart. He stood carrying a dark hole of remorse.
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