84 Minutes-The Black Day(Sarath.B) This is my first narration/write up/Story.

Chetan Bhagat - The only person who inspired me to crack out my creativness.
Wish sir could read this story.

The plot of this story is inspired from an incident which horrified the whole nation. The details, Names, and facts are of my Imagination and from Newspapers.





Ahhh.......i moaned with the unbearable pain of fractures and bruises all over me.

With half-opened eyes, i searched around my next bed for her...and i couldn't find her.

i searched all over again and i found some blurred images of my dad who is talking with some police officers.

I slightly moved my fingers with alot of pain and made an attempt to call him.

Dad came near to me with a pale face and i asked, "Where is Nirbhaya?" in a cracked-low voice.

Dad's face went down and he didn't speak out a word, i smelled something fishy and raised my pressure to know.

i made another attempt to connect with him and his reply struck me mentally and it was unbelievable...
I started to cry, then my dad wiped it off.

I came back to my senses after some time and i was all alone in the room with the realization that she is no more....

Before going back to unconciousness ....i tried to collect back the 'Hell memories of that 84 minutes'. Which ruined the life of my best friend 'Nirbhaya'.

“Hell Memories of that 84 mins.”


Nirbhaya - A girl with a lot of passion, who loves shopping and is an ardent movie lover.

We never ever missed any movies, especially Hollywoods and 3d's. Those were nirbh's favourites.

I used to call her 'Nirbh' and we were the "Best Friends" since college days

•November 23rd, 2012, Delhi.

An off day and i dozed off badly because of late night studies.

About 10:45 am, i woke up with rubbing my eyes off and checked up the mobile and i saw 7 missed calls...

i checked out the names and it was nirbh!!
i called her back .....
After some seconds she took the phone and scolded me for not picking the calls and..i blabbered!!!!

And asked 'what is the plan for today'? i asked because it was an off day for both of us.

she replied, 'let's go for shopping and a movie'

after a minute i replied 'yeah, i will be in saket at sharp 12:30'

she said fine and ended up the conversation.

i got ready and got there at sharp 11:30 and she was there waiting for me.

we entered into the mall and it was filled with people as normal in every mall.
We just checked into the shoe section, and she was fond of mainly sneakers and she chose a branded one and asked me 'how's it??'

i nodded my head and she fixed that one and we got out of the shop.
As we both were hungry, we planned to have something.

On the next minute, we got into the cafeteria and ordered two burgers and we kept on talking about subjects and exams.

we finished it and planned to watch a movie.
I went to the charter and checked out.
Life of pi - and it was scheduled at 5:00 pm.
As we were ardent movie lovers, we planned to wait till 5:00 pm.

We started roaming around the mall and gossiped a lot about the movies and actors.

when the clock ticked 4:45, we rushed towards the Cinema, bought two tickets in a hurry and found our seats.

About 7:30 pm the movie got finished and we left the mall and we kept on reviewing the movie and its 3d effects.

Nirbh was a good critic and reviewer.
We kept on walking to the main road.
In delhi 8:00 pm was like 4:00 pm in other states, so without any tense ups we moved on.

We decided to take an autoriskshaw to the bus stand.
After alot of attempts we hired a rikshaw and within 20 minutes, we reached there.

As i was going to pay for the auto, nirbh looked out for the buses to our place and we spotted a Private Bus.

And i checked the bus out. i was bit confused if the bus would head to our destination.

And i said to Nirbh that we will catch up an auto to home, as that bus looked weird to me.
we got on the road and waved hands for about 15 rikshaws....
None of them stopped and we didn't have other way than that bus to reach home.

The boy kept beckoning us. The other people in the bus pretended as if they were other passengers. As we were in a hurry so we decided to board the bus and it started moving.
Me and Nirbh hooked into the side seats.

I had an intuition that something was wrong. The boy came to us and asked for money for tickets. I gave Rs 30.

Suddenly other men who acted as passengers shut down the door and windows.

Nirbh was shocked and held my palm tightly.

suddenly 2 of them came and punched out my face.
A scuffle broke between us and i fell down on the floor, they beat me with an iron rod and torn off my dress.
They scratched me with iron rods.

i went unconscious and after some time i tried to open my eyes and I was shocked by seeing that.... "Nirbh was getting raped brutally by them".

She yelled my name several times and screamed loud. They slammed her head with an iron rod.
when i heard her lasting pain filled scream.....
I cried out loud because of my helplessness.
And i kept on beating the floor harder.


After an hour they threw out both of us through the windows and our dresses were torn off. i got injured badly and those hard surface roads crushed my bones.

Nirbh got unconcious and i tried waving my hands to some cars. some of them stopped and moved without helping.

i cried loud and cursed my helplessness.

A night patrol van stopped nearby and took both of us and the public was staring at us and i saw the face of nirbhs for the last time, which crushed my heart.
i cursed those “84 minutes” of our life and i went unconscious.




'Delhi Gang Rape'
I Chose this plot to give an awareness.
Not only girls, the whole public.
we can see a lot of crucial faces in this story.
if those rickshaw drivers stopped, and those Big Magnets who roam in cars, if they had taken her to hospital in the right time,
she could have survived!!!

Those people who filled their hearts with lust have crucified by the god.

Want to give death sentence to every rapist!!!!


Be human and help others at any situation!!!


-Sarath.B

Please bear all my mistakes and i will try to improve in my next one.

I am Thanking everyone who encouraged me to write this.

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