Good Gone Bad

With ragging in check, we roamed freely everywhere in the college.

With fewer buses running in the route, the crowd was immense.

There was a short boy, in the crowd standing helplessly.

Ram offered him a seat he rejected it, then offered him to sit on his lap, seniors from back laughed loudly.

The boy: "I am from the third year."

We guarded Ram by keeping him off humiliated senior's memory.