Murari’s Last Wish (765 words)

 

Murari looked clean after his shave and ​​shower. It was five in the evening, but the light was already fading. By dawn, he would be dead.

He was to be hanged early the next morning.

The jailer stopped outside his cell and looked at him through the bars.

“Dinner tonight will be your last one. If there’s anything you’d specifically like to eat, tell me. I’ll see if I can have it made.”

“No,” Murari said quietly. “I have no such wish. I’d rather skip dinner.”

“Have something. Don’t go to the gallows on an empty stomach.” The jailer paused. “Do you have any last wish? If it’s reasonable, I may be able to arrange it.”

Murari looked at him for a moment.

“Yes. I have one wish. If you can grant it, I would be beholden to you.”

“Tell me. I’ll try.”

“I want to meet the judge who condemned me. Just for two minutes.”

The jailer stared at him. “Oh, that may be difficult. He may not agree to meet you. I’m almost certain he won’t. It has never happened. If you have a message for him, though, I can pass it on.”

“Please tell him this,” Murari said. “I will leave this world peacefully if I can meet him for even one minute. I’ll remain behind the iron bars. I can be shackled, if he wishes. Let him have no fear. I only want to tell him one small thing.”

The jailer studied his face. “I’ll try,” he said at last. “Though I’m not sanguine about the outcome.”

To Murari’s surprise, the judge arrived at eight that evening.

Murari was brought to the visitors’ enclosure. He stood behind the wire-mesh partition, his hands shackled before him.

“Can I have a minute or two alone with the judge?” he asked.

The jailer hesitated for a fraction of a second before moving away with the constables far enough to give them privacy.

“What is it you wanted to tell me?” asked the judge.

Murari looked at him steadily. “Do you remember my case, Sir?”

“Yes. I reviewed it before coming here. You can speak.”

“Just this, Sir. I will be dead by dawn tomorrow, so I have no reason to lie to you. I am not guilty. I did not commit any criminal act. I swear to God that what I am telling you is the truth.”

The judge’s expression hardened.

“The case established that you killed a helpless woman after she rejected your advances. You were found at the scene with the murder weapon. The police had an ironclad case against you.”

“You knew who killed her,” Murari said.

The judge frowned. Who killed her?”

“You did. “You killed and no one else.”

  A silence fell before the judge’s face hardened, but Murari continued.

“You had abducted that woman in your car and taken her to a secluded place. You were trying to molest her. I happened to see you through the window. She saw me and screamed for help.”

Murari swallowed.

“I was fully drunk that night. Barely able to stand. I tried to help her by pulling you away, but I was no match for you. In the melee, she kicked you on your face hard. In extreme rage, you shot her. Then you struck me on the head and put the gun in my hand.”

The judge said nothing.

“You called the police yourself, from a booth nearby. You made sure they found me beside her body, with the weapon in my hand. By the time they arrived, you were long gone.”

Murari gave a bitter smile.

“My government-appointed lawyer didn’t believe me either. And then, by the cruellest twist of fate, my case came before you.”

The judge finally spoke. “Bad luck for you.”

He stepped closer to the partition. “But good luck for me. No one knew the truth.”

He paused, then smiled coldly. “Tell me, do you have a family?”

Murari said nothing.

“If you do,” the judge continued, “tell me who they are. I’ll see that they are taken care of.”

His smile widened. “Goodbye, Murari,” he said, waving his hand

Murari’s eyes remained fixed on him. “My last wish,” he said softly, “was not simply to meet you.”

The judge stopped.

“I wanted this conversation recorded.”

For the first time, the judge’s face went pale.

Murari leaned towards the partition.

“You will have your retribution.”

Then, before the judge could step back, Murari spat through the mesh and walked away quickly.

For the first time in years, he smiled. He no longer feared the dawn.