What is the humility of a defeated man? To rise? Ascend? To accept defeat? What is the grace of a man who has learned he’s just lost everything? Do the right things, take the right steps, move forth? Vow to be one’s own impulse? Strive achieving what he couldn’t? God, what have I done…Seated in a corner of his cell, Suraj, with his knees bent and forehead resting on his thumbs, with his hands joined as if for prayer, contemplates on his deeds. Head brimming with the regret of rape and murder, heart filled with the pride for being nation-wide famous. All of this, juxtaposed against that one childhood-incident. One he cannot stop thinking about and getting sunk into the abyss of humiliation, inadequacy and obloquy, only to be amplified by his later life. And now, he’s waiting to die, trying to make the only gift he can for his little daughter, days before he’s set to die.Suraj Deoria was sentenced to be hanged, until death.Will he be able to tell his story, before time runs out?Must he burn?Must Pluton burn?..
