On their way back in a Mathura-bound train, Junaid was stabbed to death by a group of men after an argument over seats turned ugly. “Junaid called me one day and said we should buy a Pulsar motorcycle, at least a second-hand one. “Junaid, Junaid…,” she chants before passing out for a few minutes. By then, Junaid and Hashim had left for Delhi,” says Jalaluddin, his voice drifting as he remembers his last conversation with Junaid. The day they buried Junaid, “thousands showed up, from near and faraway villages” to bid farewell to a boy who had touched many lives.

Source: Indian Express July 01, 2017 18:33 UTC