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We remained silent in the room filled with once upon a time white washed walls which by then had turned red by the spit of some senseless people who had the absence of certain basic manners. The three walls surrounding us were similar. The ventilator which was on the right wall was the only source of light for us. The thick grills which stood ahead of us connecting the two opposite walls turning it into a cage and making us realise that were we were in a jail. We had company. One of our companions looked extremely ferocious while the other had been sobbing since the entire time. We were occasionally accompanied by rodents but they left the cell after a small greet and realising there was nothing for them. We searched for a corner which was less dirty. We remained silent. We didn't even stare at each other.
There wasn't any watch around. The one I had, fell down somewhere during the brawl. I didn't even know where had I lost it. The punches fell so rapidly on face that I had no time to realise where had I lost the old watch. It had been with me for a long time. Perhaps it was three hours by then. I stared at him. He remained silent and had no repentance for what he had done. I realised pain. After so many punches and hits with round logs it was obvious to pain.
“Uuuf,” I passed an expression of tiredness after so many minutes of silence in the room. The two companions stared at me, but I hadn't passed it to gain attention from them. It was for my silent friend.
He didn't speak for a while. After a while he turned his head to me and asked, “Does it pain?”
“Did you get hurt?” I asked him.
“No,” he replied.
We stared at each other and smiled. I almost forgot the pain. We laughed. I laughed out hard and leaned upon his shoulder. We laughed together.
On the night, when I needed someone who could could be with me, I got him. I expected a lot, but none of them turned out. He took a few punches upon him that were destined to be on my face. He replied by throwing an empty beer bottle on one of their heads and finally landing us in the place where we had been there since midnight.
The officer released us with a stern warning and we agreed not to repeat it again. He even offered us the morning tea. It was a sign of great relief after that night. We left the station. My friend light up the cigarette and shared it as always. It was the greatest sign of relief. We lived our moment of friendship.
