Wednesday, September 2, 2026

Encounter

 

                                             Encounter

On a Friday late evening a local train moved quickly on the tracks. The compartments were full of tired office workers and students with their books. People were discussing their weekend plans softly, and the sound of the train filled the air.

Suddenly, a disturbance broke the calm. A man, known in the area for his crimes, leaned toward a young woman sitting by the window. His arrogant smile showed he thought no one would stop him. He tried to touch her, believing the passengers were too scared to act.

One passenger spoke up, asking him to stop. But the man pulled out a big knife and shouted, “Don’t dare to come near me! If anyone interferes, I will kill you!” The crowd became silent, afraid of his threat.

Taking this opportunity, from behind, another passenger pushed him with all strength. The criminal lost his balance, and the knife fell to the floor. Quickly, two passengers pinned him down. Others joined in, holding him tightly. The young woman gave her dupatta, and they tied his hands behind his back. He was trapped and helpless.

Still, he tried to act brave. He shouted warnings, saying the passengers would regret this. But the crowd was angry. Some began hitting him. Seeing their rage, the man begged, “Please, hand me over to the police. Don’t take the law into your own hands.”

Whispers spread among the passengers: “If we give him to the police, he’ll escape again. Bribes, delays… justice will never come.”

The train sped forward, its sound matching the passengers’ anger. Without speaking, they all shared the same thought “iska encounter kar do’….

In one quick move, they dragged him to the door. The wind roared, the tracks blurred below, and with a final push, the man was thrown into the darkness outside.

The compartment became silent. No one cheered, no one smiled. Only heavy breaths and quiet faces remained. Justice had been done in their own way. The train continued, carrying its passengers forward, leaving behind the memory of an encounter that would never be written in official reports, but would stay forever in their minds.