Past tense...college life

It was a foggy evening slowly creeping towards night in January.
Winter was on peak & we, as usual standing in batla house before Bilal arrived wearing yellow & black ind sheater.
All Delhi junior boxing champion.
We chat for a while & suggest bilal at about 2030hrs to go home as situation is tense & weather is not good.
With this not ewe all departed.
Next morning i went to library to study.
Some body came to me & whispered,
There is dead body in Bhopal ground.
I move swiftly towards Bhopal ground.
From Maulana ki canteen, i saw the body, lying in the middle of field near to side screen.
My feet get jammed soon after i saw the wind sheater.
It was yellow & black!
I was having no blood in my body, eyes were wide open & by difficulty i took support of ground fence to avoid a fall.
It was my friend, BILAL.
The night without light but full of life & the morning light brought darkness.
The cruel people brutally murdered him.
Every body knew that he was innocent, but sacrificed & paid the price of some body Else's mistakes.
The dilemma was such that no harm caused to the killers despite knowing the name of killer & the provocator.
They are still alive & living.
Bilal's brother also happy in his life, but his mother still looks in the sky to find out her son.
AM also busy in my daily life, but some time i walk & talk to him.
He put gloves on & punch me.
I cant feel any pain.
He is far but alive in my memories.
Such a nice person he was.
Some time we never know the extent of small things that blows out of proportion.