A/N- The present story is a set of multiple chapters each displaying the Point of Views and thoughts ofour modest and sincere Senior Inspector Rajat at various points in his life about incidents, people and all other things.

Disclaimer: This whole is a work of made up fiction. My crazy imagination, completely. Consists of numerous OC's. Not everybody (Romantic pair shippers) will like or connect with them or the story. So isn't mandatory to read.

§ Thinkerbell §

Life. That day just while thinking it occurred that what just appears to be a big number, so many years that have passed, that I lived actually passed really fast. I mean, I remember myself as that 17 year old teenager boy, so determined to reach his goal. The boy, who used to be silent, introverted, not so outgoing. The guy for whom self effacement was just another act and taking credits for anything he really did, of course a good thing was never possible. The boy who used to think a lot about anything and everything- about people, about ideas, about animals, about nature, about elections, about books, about that pothole in the road he always used to pass by, about that plant outside his house's main gate whose tip was frequently eaten up by a stray cow every time it grew up again, about that silly mistake he committed in the paper of which he was scared to death until the results were out. In a nutshell, he used to think about all things happening to him. He sometimes used to chide himself as Thinkerbell. Funny. He knew it was funny. But it was him.

As a boy without a mother, he sometimes felt lonely. Sometimes, no. Infact most of the times. His father was an advocate at the District Sessions Court, who had a flourishing practice. His mother died when he was 15, of a fatal disease. He was her ewe lamb. He used to share everything with her, used to look at her for every small thing he needed. She too used to love and pamper him with all affection and care. With her sad and untimely demise, he became a loner. He had his father and paternal aunt to look after him along with one elder and another younger brother to accompany him. But all of them could never fill her place. That void remained forever. But life has to go on. He went on with

His elder brother had joined the army. Anyhow in his family, it was considered that the children joined the defense field or the police dept. or they took law. Anything through which they could serve the nation. But it wasn't compulsory. If someone wanted to pursue a carrier of his own, he was free to do so. But he being the grandson of a police officer and whose great grandfather was a freedom fighter, he had decided to join the police force. It was not a cakewalk. A lot of hardwork followed. He became a special agent in a secret Government Agency. A police officer, he was. But a secret one who had to do highly risky operations and he carried out them with great skills and efficiency. Though he was a man of few words, a loner but he was a great leader. He used to lead his team and there was so much unity.

Laughing unknowingly he recovered from his reverie. After so many years he was thinking about his life. He never got time to be nostalgic. He was busy. Busy with life. Being a CID officer, you get so less time to think about oneself. He again travels in his trance…

…Where was I and where have I come. Everything so confusing. That transformation of a teenager boy who rarely spoke to an efficient cop and not to forget, a father of a same version of lonely, silent teenage boy who was right now infront of him. In the ICU. Fighting with death, for life.

"Officer,"

He looked up to the doctor and anxiously waited for the doctor's next words.

"Your son. He's out of danger now. You see, the bullet was very close. But he was saved by few inches. Lucky boy."

LUCKY BOY.

"Thank you, Doctor." He mumbled and went to see through the glass where his wife was already present, in tears.

He looked at the boy and again many thoughts started flooding his mind.

This was the first story I ever wrote about CID, about an year ago. But didn't had any thought to publish it. Now finally made up my mind and published it. It isn't necessary you'll like it, though please Review.

Thankyou.