Inside the prison walls. The place of many dialogues. A place where gesture encounters gesture. A place of unexplained potency and miseries. A place where authority requires full submission and grovelling dictatorship. You visit any prison cell and look at the faces of the prisoners, and all you hear are the silent words of pain, their stories of intrusion and consequences. There are always many explanations for their arrival in this derelict part of abandonment. They are here for different crimes; murder, rape, arson, thuggery, while some are attached to a whiff of scandals and other petty-minded accusations. Others also found their way here for false accusations - and their innocence is toddled in the curiosity. Maybe, a force-fed extravagance drawing them to drab and dreary tales of sameness. All they wait here is the possibility of mercy and absolution. From the unholy cells, they always emerge, dressed up in...
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