A Photograph

I am looking at a group photograph from my first year in office and my colleagues. I felt nostalgic for being happy to earn on my own feet for the first time. But in that photograph, Soumen became a very close friend of mine. But, he is dead and so are his ideas against the unjust. He was talented but a rebellion. I have put the 84th photograph into the shredder to delete his existence from official record and documents one by one because I betrayed him for my survival.