She left and he would never leave.

He already knew that it would end this way but he didn't expect it this earlier. That was her last day in that institution; in the place he was destined to be throughout his life. She was already there enjoying every day classes, workouts, group sessions and friends when he entered the place. His parents dropped him there with no other options left for the boy. The first few days, he didn't like it there - Constant shouts, continuous monitoring, strict rules, forbidden areas - he didn't adapt to the surroundings. All he would is sit near the window hoping to catch the bus in the bus stop which he never knew wasn't going to come at all.

After a few years, he was shifted to another place and the life was still the same for him. She was thoroughly enjoying every single moment there. Or rather she seemed to be the enjoying type to him, not very emotional making him wonder why she was ever present in a place like this at the first place. He let that pass on and continued to pin his hopes on the bus stop down the lane through the window.

Is it he or she who talked first? Well, that was not clear till that moment. Not till the moment of separation. The pain was excruciating. She kept talking and he too talked. She cared for all the other people around her. She treated almost everyone similar and there was no exception to her. And then there were office people who wanted discipline in the institution. Well, for one it was a Medical institution and keeping the inmates in was a tedious task for the orderlies there.

He was not the same way when he was born. A few things at his school - which were not certain - changed him. His parents did everything they could do yet there was no improvement and this was their final option. It was his second day in the new section of the hospital and he was already feeling a few changes in him. He thought that they were close and started feeling happy. Indeed that was the first time he felt happiness after years.

On the third day, he saw her moving out with the luggage. The same bus stop he had been dreaming for years. Permanently! It was hardly three days and he felt something which would have probably changed him. She would have never known that a mental patient had feelings for her. She left and he would never leave. 

International best economy rate bowler

"The nation wants to know!" shouted Mr.X, the reporter of the Fraud first of Injambakkam.

"I saw it in a poster under the bridge near the Trisulam flyover. The fault is not mine." Ms. Y, the reporter of Mind-U feinted an accent.

"Tell us everything Ms. Y. The nation wants to know."

"It was a 20*40 poster with Mr. Z holding a ball. A caption saying "Won the International best economy rate bowler!" It attracted me. I hadn't seen the news before and I wanted to publish it under my name and get some attraction. I ran a cover story visiting and getting details from every house in Trisulam. He is a guy from Trisulam, right? I visited Z's memes page and saw some amazing stats. I was given a column in the second page. "

"Trisulam? Meme? Okay, Mr. Z it's your turn now. Please, the nation wants to know."

"I was an enthusiastic ball boy. I loved the full toss, under-arm ball right since my childhood days. But my father wanted only to pursue as DRINKS boy as that would alone ensure me a good career. I always requested to bowl the ball. Initially I was outside the rope and I was throwing from the boundary lines. Later the captain was impressed and he selected me in the squad. I delivered my best getting a 5-wicket haul and just giving 20 runs in 10 overs. That was the best ever figures. They wanted me to bowl my underarm special and for 15 overs every match and I never failed to deliver. I always worked hard for the ball and they gave me the best bowling figures award. This is the award they gave."

 

Image: Harikrishna Raghuraman

After the two left, Mr. X made a few calls one of which was to the ICC President. He totally rejected it stating it as a false claim. "I vaguely remember the guy named Z. He came to the match as drinks boy and took the role of a ball boy but he was rejected after a few matches. Anyone who brings drinks can also throw balls which doesn't mean that he has the best bowling figures."

The BCCI said, "Since the player went abroad saying he had won an award we sponsored him but we thought that it was for throwing balls from beyond the boundary lines. We are embarrassed."

Meanwhile the reporter Ms. Y blamed it on that Trisulam poster saying that it was their mistake and she did not do anything embarrassing. But it is clear that even if she had watched one Indian match she would have known about Z. She doesn't even know about the veracity of the memes. She doesn't know those curses people threw at him in social network. And she doesn't know that there is no award in that name. She is a reporter yet she failed to notice the forgery or verify its authenticity. Mr. Z is unavailable for the comment.